Author Archives: amyswords

God’s hand is on the door of your soul, awaiting your invitation to receive the gift of divine love. It matters not what you wear or how prepared you may or may not be – you were created for this … Continue reading →

Breaking the pattern, I make no move to fill the silence. Are there signposts in the unknown? Is this solid awkwardness between each breath my presence? Nothing to bounce off, no image to reflect, my own gravity is the foundation … Continue reading →

In darkness my heart waits; its yearning the sound that echoes against the Light. My hand, alone, opens the door between us. Enter, this place You deem worthy, and I will be changed forever. Mary of the Rose

I am invited only. Bending close, I hear the sigh from your heart, and witness the miracle of God’s Will. Mary of the Rose

My beloved, Lift up your heart so that I might hold it in my hand; I care for its tenderness. Accept your offering as the wisdom unbound by time. Lift up your heart so that you might see the unchanging … Continue reading →

I listen for that sound that happens between us when spoken words are forgotten, ignored. in that moment I see you, really see you. A miracle happens when that look in your eyes tells me your guard is down: Words … Continue reading →

The earth was still outside my window this morning, the birdsong silenced by my longing, their dance lost in the vast white emptiness. I wonder do I feel or am I just cold? I wonder how to turn my heart … Continue reading →

I met someone I like. The sky introduced us as we watched for a sign, anywhere but here, any time but now. She makes me guess – whispering her secrets to sighing trees, she tucks them into little holes no … Continue reading →

Here, in my silence, the world expands to include all its people – past, present, and future – to make sense of why I am and am not. In the first atom that would boast the promise of life, as … Continue reading →