Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

  Mother's Day Haiku All is illumined The body of God is here Our breath is Her Breath "Holy' men look up- Afraid of that which birthed them- This Creating One Why the drive to leave? "Christ is all, and is in all" Earth a sacrament Ascension expands Through each space/time dimension Light and Dark sisters To go up, go down Matter is contracted Light Each stone a still saint

We are the women at the well; We who draw up the sacred water under a red sun as a child pulls at our skirts. We gather, share stories,  spill our laments onto the ground where they seep to the underworld. Weathered hands raise and  lower the bucket endlessly refreshing dry vessels, and, at times, hope. We are courageous who dare to work the bucket into the earth's dark places. We labor to raise earth's vein of tears, Where we have hidden our sorrows. And by doing so, Both honor and purify the darkness; This I know: we do the holy work.