250 Years On (Interdependence Day 2026)

In this tryingly tumultuous season

for our contiguously indigenous Heart

where the rockets red glaring

and our incessantly belligerent blaring

(ignoring reason and inciting treason)

are seemingly trampling and tearing

the faithful and fragile Fabric

of our Extraordinary Experiment apart

as it attempts to Wave

through unimaginable and unrelenting waves

of unlawful and insubordinate impairment

amidst unthinkable atrocities and frivolities

may celebrating Our ennobling Qualities

(Listening actively and reflectively

Creating collaboratively and communally

Respecting equally and justly

Advocating passionately and compassionately

Serving humbly and honourably

Giving generously and courageously

Living interdependently and intentionally

Loving freely and fully)

and remembering Who and Whose

We truly Are empower Us

to Be a Sacred Space

of inclusive and gracious Embrace

from Sea to shining Sea

for ALL the Huddled Masses

yearning to finally Breathe Free

for ALL innately Beloved Creations

of bountiful and beautiful Diversity

in essential and universal Equality...

Let US Be.

#150WordPrayerFor250YearDream #HappyInterdependenceDay2026

('Our Collective Heart Still Beats', artist unknown)

on Pelicans and Papas

i Love to watch

the Waves as they

roar and play

splash and spray

the Gulls as they

soar and survey

their next prey

the Winds as they

cause the kites

to Magically sway

and i think

of my Dad

who Loved all

of these sights

plus the Pelicans

gliding in their flights

like Eagles pretending

until drastically descending 

into the Ocean

led by instinctive

senses to seek

buried treasure providing

nourishment and pleasure

only to arise again

out of the depths

like a Phoenix

(or a Jesus)

rising from death

with a Majesty

more elegantly distinctive

than their beaks

announcing to All

they are alive again

only to ascend

into the Blue

as they tragically

fly away again

and i miss

my Dad's Wonder

at Mysteries He heard

and his Courage

within the thunder

of histories He Endured

and his Laughter

at the blunders

of comic geniuses absurd

and his Openness

to the Presence

of Love beyond words

that he conveyed

in later years

with gentle kisses

upon my lips

and how can i

Be anything less

than Eternally Grateful

for how that Love

keeps Us alive

helps Us survive

even as i grieve

when the Pelicans

kiss the Waves

on their lips

before they fatefully

and Gracefully leave?

#210wordpoemprayers #ThoughtfulThursdays
#RestInPowerAndPeaceAndPlayDearDad #ILoveYouAndMissYou

(*A lone Pelican gracing the Waves off of Heisler Park in Laguna Beach, CA on Ash Wednesday, 18 February 2026, the day after my Dad made his Amazing Ascension into the Cosmos and the Eternal Embrace of the Love of the Christ)

'36'

For the Love

that has met Us

and led Us

through Thin Spaces

and the thicks

when We're healthy

and when We

get the sicks

when We reach

the point where We've

run out of tricks

and found Our Selves

in a bit of a fix

with storms weaving

around among within Us

leaving Us with

no quick fix

and We've had

to lean in

to Each Other

like the candle

We lit once upon

that bright sunshiny Day

by tilting Our Own

Each Other's Way

and touching Our Wicks

to Create an even

more brilliant Light

of the Love

that has fed Us

and threaded Us

through the eyes

of needles and storms

of Surprises and fears

with Laughter and tears

that needled Us

through 36 Years

and on to 'There'

(which is usually

God-Knows-Where)

from Here...

Thank You.

#140wordprayers #36YearsGetsYouStudioOneTheatreForSalmonZinfandelChocolateAndDevilWearsPrada2 #LoveYouThroughTheFearsAndTearsAndYearsToTheTheresFromHereDearKir

less speaking, more Living (for Ian)

Whilst i babble

too often

with words

He mostly dabbles

with them

and as i try

to soften

hearts and minds

with the language

of Love in Rhyme

and Rhythm

He simply flies

through his days

with less baggage 

and more buoyancy

in vibrancy

and vision

and authentically

and beautifully

Lives them 

so here's 33 cheers

to my Big Blue

for 33 years

with a Joy

so Real

and a Love

so True

and a Heart

so Giving

and a Spirit

ever Seeking

and Shining

who is always

reminding me

(and Everyone

every Day)

that our greatest

Gift shines brightest

less through

our speaking

and more through

our Living...

AAAAAAAYYYYYYY...MEN!

#110wordprayers #HappyBirthdayIan

(*With deep gratitude and immense pride in my Beloved Ian on his 33rd birthday...keep giggling and smiling, keep seeking and shining, and keep being YOU, the one and only BIG Blue. Daddy Loves You...HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR IAN...HAPPYBIRTHDAYTOYOU!

Resemble (Easter 2026)

huddled in hiding

just barely surviving

(let alone abiding)

amidst the horrors

of harrowing days

(and narrowing nights)

with no sights

set on emerging

into any kind

Life as they

had known it 

(and no conceivable 

chances for any

forces from above

or below it

to courageously engage

the oppressive system

and overthrow it)

with worries whirled

into obsessive frenzies

and thoughts swirled

into depressive tendencies

hurled and curled

into a life-or-death

bereft-of-breath

freeze-or-flee

slave-or-free

A-to-Z world

they wearily Awakened

with sleep still

in their eyes

to the Surprise

of a New

kind of Sunrise

a Resurrectional Realm

now being unfurled

the finite alphabet

used to articulate

all they knew

now Expanded by

one Letter More

On Beyond Zebra

which leads me

(in the Present

tense of tensions)

to Wonder if

it is believable 

that as We

Assemble as One

in tenuous Solidarity 

and Tremble undone

under the weight

of treacherous brutality

(and willingly Wait

with anxious uncertainty)

We surprisingly Arise

with Eternally Open

and Real Eyes

that insightfully Realize

the real lies

that hinder Us

from fully living

Our Real Lives

and rightfully see

the Real Love

that saved Us

from remaining trapped

in fearful unrealities

and made Us

as Creations Who

Resemble the One

Who is Beloved

and Who came

to remind Us

that We are

Beloved as well

Called to Be

a Divine Humanity

Rising and Shining

like the Sun

Trembling at all

of the inhumanity

in sordid insanity

Assembling with All

the Sacred Body

in Humble Unity

Breathing and Being

the Beloved Community...

Let It Be!

#260wordprayers #Easter2026 #JesusTheChristAnneLamottDrSeussAndTheFabFourForTheWin

('Ethiopian Eucharist', artist unknown)

Tremble (Good Friday 2026)

(in response to

the age-old question

of our Elders

in Spirit who

Sang it True

because the verses

of Their Lives

Rang it True)

while i wasn't

at the site

where caustic fright 

caused accostic blight 

upon the One

who incarnated Love

in such expansive 

and subversive ways

that it threatened

the status quo

of the time

(and maybe Ours)

that abided within

the numbing haze

of entitled sight

(where those who

are privileged enough 

to be centered

in society can

only see themselves

and their ways

as the ground

of all being

and the center

of the universe)

when i see

the same tumbling

of tragic terrors

inflicted upon Beloveds

who have simply

tried to Be

Who They Are

Created to Be

unjustly denied of

their Divine Right

to be Free

from the shame

that binds Us

innocent Lives vilified

by the blame

that blinds Us

i do feel

the same Rumbling

of Revealing from

the Ground of

All Being which

emanated in such

convulsively conversive Ways

from the One

Who was crucified 

by the cursed

and unquenchable thirst

for paranormative power

Who could have

reacted by invoking

a thundering herd

of hench-angels soaring

down from Heaven

but rather Wisely

responded without saying 

a mumbling Word

and by displaying

a humbling Spirit

all of which

only further personified

the Universal Love

that is stronger

than fear-fueled death

and Transformative enough

to change Worlds

and Lives by

causing the Pillars

of the Earth

and the temples

of our traditions

(political and Spiritual)

and the systems

of our survival

(ubiquitous and nervous)

to Tremble...

Thank You.

#265wordprayers #GoodFriday2026 #WereYouThereThen #HowAreWeThereNow

('Good Friday' © StushieArt)

Assemble (Maundy Thursday 2026)

in Days where

We fearfully Hope

for some way

to cope amidst

all that is attempting 

to drive Us apart

We remember One

Who fearlessly faced

the clamourous rage

of pundits and priests

stirring up the pots

of anxious angst

not by arrogantly

taking shots at them

or by laying out 

a glamourous fleece

from a gilded cage

but by displaying

an amourous Peace

as a Centered Sage

inviting all Beloveds

not into a fable

but to a Table

of welcome and release

to gather together

in the stormy weather

of not knowing whether

the tenuous Tether

of Cosmic Connection

was present or not

for a faithful (and

some might say fateful)

Feast of Commemoration

an intimate Celebration

before an imminent excoriation

taking a sip

and a swallow

to faithfully follow

and courageously resist

the compelling temptation

to let the Cup

of suffering pass

from Loving lips

and in the grating

of grinding gears

meant to squeeze

the comforting tears

out of Our systems

and drive Us apart

to always remember

that our Innate

Divinely Human Calling

(even when we're falling

into divisive despair

and crumbling into

dissembled disrepair) 

is to start

by being Mindful

of our harrowed

and Hallowed Hearts

then surrender our fears

and Assemble in Love...

Thanks.

#210wordprayers #MaundyThursday2026 #WeAreStillOneBelovedBody #BetterAndStrongerTogether

('Maundy Thursday' © Rebecca Foster)