Spiritual
Musings
Spiritual musings are thoughtful reflections that explore the nature of the soul, existence, and the deeper meaning of life. They often arise from introspection, life experiences, or moments of connection with something greater than oneself. These musings can encompass a wide range of topics, such as:
Inner Growth: Insights about personal transformation, self-discovery, and finding peace within.
Connection: Thoughts on the interconnectedness of all living beings, the universe, or the divine.
Mystery and Wonder: Reflections on the unknown, the beauty of existence, and the awe-inspiring aspects of life.
Guidance and Wisdom: Ponderings that offer clarity, comfort, or direction in life’s challenges.
They are often expressed through poetry, short writings, or meditative thoughts and aim to resonate with others by speaking to universal truths or shared experiences. Ultimately, spiritual musings serve as a way to nurture the mind and soul, offering both inspiration and a sense of calm.
1st
August
2025
Emily Bronte
no coward soul is mine
No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven’s glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear
O God within my breast
Almighty ever-present Deity
Life, that in me hast rest,
As I Undying Life, have power in Thee
Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main
To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thy infinity,
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of Immortality,
With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears
Though earth and moon were gone
And suns and universes ceased to be
And Thou wert left alone
Every Existence would exist in thee
There is not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void
Since thou art Being and Breath
And what thou art may never be destroyed.
1st
July
2025
RS Thomas
The bright field
I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
for a while, and gone my way
and forgotten it. But that was the
pearl of great price, the one field that had
treasure in it. I realise now
that I must give all that I have
to possess it.
Life is not hurrying on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past.
It is the turning
aside like Moses to the miracle
of the lit bush, to a brightness
that seemed as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you.
1st
JUNE
2025
Wendell berry
What we need is here
What we need is here
What we need is here
1st
May
2025
Thomas Merton's
prayer
My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
Nor do I really know myself,
and the fact that I think I am following your will
does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you
does in fact please you.
And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing.
I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.
And I know that, if I do this,
You will lead me by the right road,
though I may know nothing about it.
Therefore I will trust you always
though I may seem to be lost
and in the shadow of death.
I will not fear, for you are ever with me,
and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.
1st
APR
2025
BIRD OF HEAVEN
BY SYDNEY CARTER
Catch the Bird of Heaven. Lock Him in a cage of gold; Look again tomorrow, And He will be gone.
Ah! the bird of heaven! Follow where the bird has gone; Ah! the bird of heaven! Keep travelling on.
Lock Him in religion. Gold and frankincense and myrrh. Carry to His prison, But He will be gone
Temple made of marble, Beak and feather made of gold, All the bells are ringing, But the bird has gone.
Bell and book and candle, Cannot hold him any more, For the bird is flying. As he did before
Ah! the bird of heaven! Follow where the bird has gone; If you want to find him, Keep travelling on.
1st
MAR
2025
The Road not taken
by Robert frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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