Saturday, November 26, 2016

November 26, 2016



COLD  DAY  - WARM CUP 

Hands wrapped around a warm
cup of tea, coffee or cocoa - on
a cold day - escaping from work -
indoors from outdoors  - just sitting
with friends - it’s moments like these
that put deep spiritual meanings and
overtones into a word like communion.  

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

Friday, November 25, 2016

November 25, 2016
HANDRAIL

For a while there,
the handrail enjoyed
the feel of children’s hands.
It could feel the excitement
of a kid’s heart and imagination
as they rushed down steps
to hard sidewalk and a wider world
or using that handrail to climb back
up the stairs into their house
for the feeling of safety and security.

And the handrail also enjoyed
the sense of security it gave to us
old folks - who hesitate at the top
of stairs knowing - one fall - just one fall -
could bring broken bones - and no stairs
for months - just more cooped up time -
but what was missing was  - the hand grip
of teenagers bounding and bouncing
down the center of the steps - hands
free - with no fear of falling or the future.


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016



November 24, 2016



SACRED  PLACES

There is a certain pause and awe

when entering or going by sacred places:

The white cross with a name 

on it along the side of a road....

The place of the first kiss - which

became the place where we gave
the engagement ring - surprise....

Certain benches in certain churches....


The beach looking out to the ocean - early morning - especially sunrise ....


A cemetery with a hill with many granite stones....


Reaching the top of a high hill or mountain....


Milk and chocolate chip cookies with grandma....


An old bicycle in a garage ....


A boat or railroad whistle in the distance ....


The father walks down the aisle with his daughter on her wedding day ....


Touching a casket at a funeral of a loved one....


Leaving the hospital holding one's newborn first baby ....


Walking down the aisle - after a funeral service - as pallbearer to one's closest friend of 43 years....


Thanksgiving Dinner 2016 with the whole family....


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016
November 23, 2016


BREAD

Is there any reality more basic,
more acceptable than bread:
broken, buttered, handed to,
never disliked - no ego - you’ll
spot that at times when it comes
to wine - bread never the main
event - just bread being bread -
waiting, sitting - there on a plate
or in a basket - listening - ready
to do what bread does: feeds us?



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016




November 22, 2016


EMPTY ______  FULL ­­­­______    

Some people seem to have to keep
on telling us about themselves -
what they are doing - what they are
thinking - going on and on and on.

It seems to me they are running
on empty - scared to go face to face
with their emptiness - with themselves -
and God forbid with us out here.

And it seems to me some people have
no walls - no locks - no doors - and they
are all ears - always listening - but they  
never tell us about themselves.

It seems to me they too are running on
empty - scared to face themselves -
what’s within - the missing - the emptiness -
never seeing God and us in their emptiness.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

Sunday, November 20, 2016

NOVEMBER 21, 2016

DUST

It's everywhere - these tiny dots of dust.
They are telling us that all is being chipped
away - off the old block. Skin is flaking.
Trees are losing some of their bark.

I guess what I want to see is resurrection -
new life - the coming together of dirt and
dust to make fruits and vegetables - cows
and chickens, you and me, new life.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016
November 20, 2016

TURBED

Is there such a word as "turbed"?

I've never seen it.  But we all know
the meaning of "disturbed".  Is turbed
its opposite? Probably not.... It doesn't
sound too peaceful and we know the
meaning of turbulence - when it comes
to weather when it gets nasty or when 
a crowd gets dangerous or rowdy. 

But I still want to feel the opposite of disturbed.

                                                                                                      © Andy Costello, Reflections 2016