Love, which created me, is what I am.
8-17-2024
“I seek my own identity and find It in these words.”
(This is me with words of welcome, waiting for His step toward me as offered in the Part II Introduction.)… continue reading
“I seek my own identity and find It in these words.”
(This is me with words of welcome, waiting for His step toward me as offered in the Part II Introduction.)… continue reading
“Use all the names the world bestows on them but for convenience, yet do not forget they share the Name of God along with you.” (par.11)
The lesson today spent a lot … continue reading
We had a seminary assignment to write a reflection of our understanding of the following sacred text from the Islam tradition.
“The proof of the sun is the sun; if thou require the proof, do not avert thy face!” (Jelaluddin … continue reading
We had a seminary assignment to write a reflection of our understanding of the following sacred text from the Islam tradition.
“I saw my Lord with the eye of the heart. I said: Who are Thou? He answered: Thou.” (Al-Hallaj, … continue reading
A poem by Tricia Bates Smith, 1-9-2024
I had an epiphany today! These big words might scare you off. I will try to gift bag them for you, so they draw us together.
I am learning about me, so I’m… continue reading
A poem by Tricia Bates Smith, 1-9-2024
At times I feel so separate from the world and other people. Feeling stressed as fear and self-criticism arises. What am I doing wrong? Why can’t I connect?
I keep stepping forward on… continue reading
A pantoum poem by: Tricia Bates Smith, 1-7-2023
I hear you, fear. I am the one who keeps you small. So that you are safe and at home. You asked for ease.
I am the one who keeps you small.… continue reading
A poem by Tricia Bates Smith, 1-4-2024
I’m noticing something about change. New understanding has meant letting go of what I thought was real and true.
I stumble. I hide … better to be home alone.
Self-confidence is shattered. I… continue reading
A poem by Tricia Bates Smith, 1-4-2024
Did I say enough? Could I have done more? Was I appreciated?
Topics of hatred, suffering and uncontrolled war. A past me would have thrown out solutions. Now … I don’t know.
Next,… continue reading
A poem and a prayer by: Tricia Bates Smith,
10-11-2023, the night following the passing of my mother Pat Bates.
Grandmother. Mother. You, and me … daughter. Strong backs. Strong hands, in spite of broken hearts.
Together, across time… continue reading