“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
“The eye is the lamp of the body. So, if your eye is healthy, your whole body will be full of light, but if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light in you is darkness, how great is the darkness!
“No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money. Matthew 6:19-24
The first moment of movement
I was breathless with excitement
your tiny hands barely a flutter
changed my whole trembling being
breaking me open again for love.
Needy, whining and grasping
such joy in giving never since found
an imperceptible change of breathing
sleeping against me child I knew
that God had brought treasures
from heaven to earth.
A mother's lullaby is nothing
more than a song of gratitude
a hymn to God for love undeserved
a brief chorus to define the impossible
limitlessness of love.
Today I remember all the losses
and all of the triumphs of life
none of them are worth a shilling
no money enough to bargain away my soul
from loving the Divine
who creates such love.
“The eye is the lamp of the body. So, if your eye is healthy, your whole body will be full of light, but if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light in you is darkness, how great is the darkness!
“No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money. Matthew 6:19-24
The first moment of movement
I was breathless with excitement
your tiny hands barely a flutter
changed my whole trembling being
breaking me open again for love.
Needy, whining and grasping
such joy in giving never since found
an imperceptible change of breathing
sleeping against me child I knew
that God had brought treasures
from heaven to earth.
A mother's lullaby is nothing
more than a song of gratitude
a hymn to God for love undeserved
a brief chorus to define the impossible
limitlessness of love.
Today I remember all the losses
and all of the triumphs of life
none of them are worth a shilling
no money enough to bargain away my soul
from loving the Divine
who creates such love.
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