[Click the button below to see this poem with its intended formatting] Beyond the anxiety, beyond the isolation, beyond the restrictions – to gather, to celebrate, to grieve… Hope resides. Hope lives in the quiet spaces. In wish-filled longings, and fervent prayers. Between imagination and possibility. Hope resides, because a Child was born. […]
Category: Meditations
Meditation
Meditation on Hope – by Linda Delve
[Presented, virtually, to Spirit Sisters, a women’s group at Edith Rankin Memorial United Church, on December 9, 2020; Stage directions included] ______________________ A gift! [Show a wrapped package] How wonderful! I asked Santa for Louise Penny’s newest mystery novel. I wonder . . . [look under gift; shake gift; smell gift; feel gift] I hope […]
The Advent Token – by Florence Niven
It was a simple idea. One my sister, the organist at a United Church in Fredericton, New Brunswick, told me about. The minister had asked the congregation to consider wearing something special for the first Sunday of Advent. A token of some sort. Something to remind them of a loved one they wouldn’t be seeing […]
Choosing Faith Over Fear – by Florence Niven
– Spirit Sisters meditation, October 2020 A few years ago I experienced a painful tingling sensation across the middle of my back. I assumed – because of my extensive television medical knowledge – it was shingles, even though I saw no evidence of a rash. After an examination, my doctor told me that, sometimes, when […]
Simple Pleasures – by Florence Niven
Autocorrect was write. I mean, right. At the end of summer, a friend emailed to tell me she was busy canning all the fruits and veggies of her labour. I replied, “Sounds like you’re heavily ensconced in the work of your garden.” Autocorrect jumped in – as autocorrect does – with an unsolicited correction. Changing […]
Light and Rainbows – by Carolyn McPhee
What am I forgetting? by Florence Niven
Farewell from Bill Smith
Overcoming Giants – by Rev. George Lavery
Fires raged on Pentecost – by Florence Niven
Fires raged on Pentecost Sunday. Fanned not by the Spirit, but by the insidious winds of hatred and oppression. As a white woman, living in a comfortable home, in a predominantly white community, I must tread carefully. I’m standing on holy ground. I have not earned the right to be here. This is the time […]