Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

     I d o dimly perceive that whilst everything  around me is ever changing, ever dying,  there is underlying all that change a living power that is changeless, that holds all together, that creates, dissolves and recreates...for I can see that in the midst of death, life persists, in the midst of untruth, truth persists, in the midst of darkness, light persists.

 Birds mistook St. Francis for a tree. May I be so free of nervous haste, ambition and regret so in the exterpation of thought that innocence and improvisation may tell the dawn each day afresh that fresh is what it is.

Silent, still A 'holy hush' following  The fierce fist of winter Quiet only deepened By the bright flicker of small birds I clear off  the buried bath Scatter seed on the porch And watch the winter sun Turn white ground Into a field of bright blinding crystal stars My centering prayer This after the storm morning- Tea, blanket, Simple gaze Wordless praise.

 Awaken me, O Mighty One, in your holy mercy, that I might be free of fear... With boundless confidence, I abandon myself to You... For You deliver me from illusion, and through Love, my heart open to Wisdom.

 Like that moment before time when silence falls pregnant with sound when stillness dreams of movement and brain and tongue  seek the first creating word a flicker/ snowdrops an encouragement of light It is right to hope and wise to trust for in every once again beginning the promised pronouncement  It is good

 Let your love flow outward through the universe, to its height, depth, its broad extent, a limitless love, without hatred or enmity. Then as you stand or walk, sit or lie down, as long as you are awake focus with a one-pointed mind; your life will bring Heaven to Earth.