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A New Year’s Prayer (Leighton Ford)

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A PRAYER AT THE END

AND BEGINNING OF A YEAR

Lord, give me I pray:

A remembering heart for the things that have happened

An attentive heart to what I have learned

A forgiving heart for what has hurt

A grateful heart for what has blessed

A brave heart for what may be required

An open heart to all that may come

A trusting heart to go forth with You

A loving heart for You and all your creation

A longing heart for the reconciliation of all things.

A willing heart to say “Yes” to what You will.

Leighton Ford

Nativity (A Poem By Gerhard Frost)

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I visited my friend today.
He’s eighty-five,
and travels light,
a wise and wonderful man.

We spoke of many things,
small talk and big talk,
and when I rose to leave he said,
“Yes, for most of our comings and goings
maps are O.K.
but for the Big Trip
we still follow the Star”

Thanks to you, elder brother
wandering in my wilderness,
man of faith and vision.
You keep Christmas
in my heart.

Rev. Gerhard Frost

November 27, 1981 (A Poem – Leighton Ford)

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This is the day our son died.

 

It’s not hard to remember.

Outside, early.

a red bird rests on the feeder.

The sky is cloudy.

A few brown leaves fall singly.

 

Wrangler my blue dog

chews on his mat until

he understands, wise friend,

and comes to sit by me, quietly

asking for nothing.

 

I allow myself to recognize again

the returning scent of pain

like a smoky candle

which has not quite gone out.

 

Leighton Ford

November 27, 2011

Prayer Is Like Watching For The Kingfisher (Ann Lewin)

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Prayer is like watching for

The Kingfisher. All you can do is

Be there where he is like to appear, and

Wait.

Often nothing much happens;

There is space, silence, and

Expectancy.

No visible signs, only the

Knowledge that he’s been there

And may come again.

Seeing or not seeing cease to matter,

You have been prepared.

But when you’ve almost stopped

Expecting it, a flash of brightness

Gives encouragement.

 

ANN LEWIN

A Prayer (George Macdonald)

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My prayers, my God, flow from what I am not;

I think thy answers make me what I am.

Like weary waves, thought follows upon thought,

But the still depth beneath is all thine own,

And there this mov’st in paths to us unknown.

Out of strange strife thy peace is strangely wrought;

If the lion in us pray, thou answerest the lamb.

 

George Macdonald

A Black Bird Dropped By (Leighton Ford)

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A blackbird dropped by to see me

this mountain Sunday morning

as I sat with coffee on our patio.

He landed on a flower box,

sat there for a while listening

to my words of welcome,

then hopped nimbly over

to the other pot,

stayed there a bit,

(just so as not to seem in a rush)

then flew away.

It was a nice neighborly sort of visit,

and I asked that my prayers

for my friends around the world

would drop in on them today,

leaving each with a sense that

somehow, they too had been visited.

 

Leighton Ford
Sunday, July 16, 2017

Witness (A Poem)

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WITNESS

Sometimes the mountain
is hidden from me in veils
of cloud, sometimes
I am hidden from the mountain
in veils of inattention, apathy, fatigue,
when I forget or refuse to go
down to the shore or a few yards
up the road, on a clear day,
to reconfirm
the witnessing presence.


Denise Levertov

 

Photography – Leighton Ford

Buried Things – A Poem (Leighton Ford)

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Yesterday morning Buddy and I
sat for a long time outside
in the cool.

After a while he became restless
and went searching for something
in the back yard. I watched him
nuzzle in the twigs at the base of
a large tree, then disappear into
some bushes where he pawed around
until he found what he was looking for,
a chewy thing he had hidden days
before. He carried it to another bush
for safe deposit, then came back and
sat once more, at peace,
on the edge of the porch.

I wondered, watching,
after all the passing years.
where may I have buried my loves,
my life, my longings to keep them
safe, secure?

Have I forgotten where?

“Your life is hidden with Christ in God”

Leighton Ford

Photo not Buddy!

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