In coming to prison,
                                                              I have found
                                                              that there is always
                                                              a gift waiting
                                                              once the ache
                                                      and fear
                                                      and grief
                                              have settled.

                                      As the cries are absorbed into silence,
                              as the sun always rises
                      just when the night seems like it will never end,
      there is something indestructible at the center of each of us;
      though it can be quite painful
being transformed and rearranged.

                                      My own struggle
                                      to open my heart
                                      has been a long one.
                                      Silence and solitude
                                      are now like a lamp
                                      to illumine corners
                                      I’ve never seen.

                              When I stop replaying events in my life,
                      the buried seeds
              crack open in the dark
              the instant they surrender
      to a process they can’t see.

      Stripped of material goods and plans,
      I have discovered
      that we cannot eliminate hunger,
      but we can feed each other.

              We cannot eliminate loneliness,
              but we can hold each other.

              We cannot eliminate pain,
              but we can live a life of compassion.

                              In the middle of the deepest,
                      darkest night,
              when we feel most humbled by life,
              the first shadow of our wings begins to appear.

      The depth of the darkness
      reveals to us
the magic of who we are.

The love that we are
is just waiting to be unleashed. 1

                   People are like stained-glass windows.
                   They sparkle and shine when the sun is out,
                           but when the darkness sets in,
                           their true beauty is revealed only
                           if there is a light from within. 2

The most important thing to remember
during times of great change
is to fix our eyes anew
on the things that don’t change.

The life that we want
will emerge from a stillness
that takes root in our soul.

We find it when we settle deeply
into the hidden loving dimensions
of every moment,
   allowing life to be what it wants to be
   and allowing ourselves to be
           who we were created to be.

              Sometimes our suffering shapes us
              as it makes us more humble,
              more contrite,
              and more open to guidance
              we had rejected before.

                      the fire we go through
                      becomes our purifying agent.

                              difficult experiences
                              have the effect of a storm.

                              we see a beauty in the sky
                      and a clearness in the air
                      that were not there before.

                      What was chaotic at the time,
                      ultimately had a healing effect.

                      And sometimes, when we’re really fortunate,
              we look up in the sky
              and see a rainbow.
      It could not have happened
      without the rain. 1
           Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
           Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
           Thy fate is the common fate of all,
                   Into each life some rain must fall,
                           Some days must be dark and dreary. 3

                           Even negative, gloomy people
                           prefer sunny days
                           . . . and rainbows.

                   We must celebrate,
           and rejoice
           in our accomplishments.
           It is within each one of us to rise to the occasion,
   grapple with new knowledge,
   learn from our mistakes,
and emerge from the cocoon
a metamorphic wonder. 4
Looking For The Rainbow
MorningStar Inspirations from
Dawn Cove Abbey
Roadside Assistance For Your Journey Through Life
- Dedicated to helping people return (and maintain) sanity and decency to life -
From the eBook:
"One! The Journey hOMe", by Klaas Tuinman MA, © 2007-2017

Questions and comments welcomed.
The tragedy of life:
. . . . is not that it ends so soon,
     but that we wait so long to begin it. 5
                              Or. . . .
      . . . .  is not death,
                 but what we allow to die inside of us
                      while we live. 6
1] -Looking for the Rainbow ~Charles “Tom” Brown 2007
2] ~Elizabeth Kübler-Ross
3] ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
4] ~Heidi L. Mosher
5] ~Unknown
6] ~Native Ameridian Wisdom