Authors: Diane Trollope

Light is a theme, right? With God, Creator, Lover, Ground of Being, Source of Life itself. Yes, light is and exists through all. Light is the matter of the Holy. Creator never plans or uses darkness to tell us of light, in contrast to light. Both light and dark are...

O God, Creator of us all, may our hearts give in to loving and peaceable ways only, never to what is less than you would have us do and be. Remind us that respect needs to be given toward all others. Remind us that we need to claim respect for...

God of life and death and all things in between, we are quiet before you, yet we are also present before you and your amazing love. You give us voices with which to share, to sing, and to take chances. You give us senses with which to listen, to discover...

Today I wandered along the edge of the sky. I watched below as I headed toward the sun settling softly beneath the horizon. My heart sang a song I knew not, but it came anyway. A beautiful soft melody. I wondered if perhaps another soul met mine, and as we...

O Great Creating Love, we, your people of earth, humbly ask you for the courage to seek prevention and healing, and to call for measures to stop violence everywhere. So we will… Stand uP Speak uP Walk uP to any and all who oppose your peaceable ways. We will offer...

Do you notice it? Christmas is knocking at the door, your door and mine. The knocking comes at this time of year to remind us that the God who loves us has a gift for us, a gift of a baby, a child, born in Bethlehem. This gift is not...

Oh, the world is cracked; do you notice it there? I wonder what it’s doing underneath my feet! I hop along, following a rabbit, but it disappeared down its hole. Does digging make a crack after years of rabbit holes? Mining makes bigger, huge holes, oh dear. There is a...

Air, of space so blue, tell me true, do you know who was your Creator? Does your colour rest with the dust? Will you ever know why you are? Water, swirling green and blue, tell me, who you are; what do you need to live? The planet will not thrive...

Passing by me, God said, come journey with me. I held my breath briefly, then gazed into eyes of brown, blue, green...every hue. They penetrate my facade, so closely knit, trained to buffer the world. But not those eyes. Not this God. Not this Lover. Lover of my soul, my...