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Lectio + Haiku -- June 2008
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Haiku
In a deep canyon
of hard rock and cataracts
my soul is quiet.
-- Greg, Seattle
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A still pond's surface
reflects the anxious mood of
a hovering bird.
-- Greg, Seattle
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Suddenly I see!
Each still soul, a stone unique,
gives the arch full strength.
-- Brad, Port Townsend
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Letting go of "me"
How my mind fights this concept!
But then I am "free"...
-- Roberta, Sequim
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Quiet child sits and
reads by the running stream, feet
dangling, heart pounding.
-- Margaret, In the Courtyard
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Psalm 131: 1-3
O LORD, I am not proud;
I have no haughty looks.
I do not occupy myself with great matters,
or with things that are too hard for me.
But I still my soul and make it quiet,
like a child upon its mother’s breast;
my soul is quieted within me.
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