Seeing and Seeking

By Jane Tawel

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Seeing and Seeking

By Jane Tawel

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Oh, Man,

You believe you can buy

whatever of the Earth you seek.

And now you even think

You can own the Sky.

But today,

I saw a tree stand still

and with her arms akimbo

I glimpsed a branching wave.

I’m sure I heard Her whisper me

my new and holy name.

And as I looked up,

A wild and scattered flock

flew into a perfect V

and arrowed out of sight

and I imagine

in their fraternal flight

free, lovely winged-things

shoot straight through into

the bull’s eye of God’s heart.

© Jane Tawel, 2026

Not on the Throne, Thank God

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Not on the Throne, Thank God

By Jane Tawel

November 7, 2026

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I know you believe when you say,

that you are okay,

as long as “God is on His Throne”,

that somehow you have won a point,

and we should be at peace.

And if this gives you some release

To accept the changes that the world

will always bring, as long as we keep shoring up

Our distant gods,

Then I understand you need to put your faith in something

Other than your neighbor

Other than love.

Humans love a good power-trip

So why not keep God on one?

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And I don’t say it to you,

For you are free to find your solace

when and how you seek it.

But — just know — for me — 

If God is “still on His throne”,

He is no earthly use to us right here.

And I think there is nothing God enjoys more

(because I know I do)

than being of use.

I like to think, God likes to be helpful.

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And I can’t help asking

why would God want to be on His throne

when there is this beautiful world to live in?

This holy, lovely planet that He created?

Would a true God not want to

Live and breathe and move and have Her being

in that which She has birthed?

To live in? to play in? to work in? to rest in?

To breathe in?

Wouldn’t a throne get rather boring compared to that?

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I know you will argue that you are using a powerful metaphor

(even though you are a literalist).

And I will hold safely in love

your fears of what God may be.

Because I have “been there, done that”.

And there are still so many sleepless nights,

When I still ask myself: “Where is God?”

And I guess that is maybe when I wonder

if He is sitting on His hands somewhere

on that throne you talk about.

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You will claim, I know,

that I take everything too seriously,

to an extreme.

But isn’t the God we both think we believe in,

A very extreme sort of God?

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I know that when you calm your fears of “the other”

with the doctrines of a Macho-god, a Patriarch,

a God still ruling like a king from somewhere else,

that you are shutting down the conversation.

Somehow we lost the God who is a Mother,

the One that Isaiah promised would comfort us

at Her breast,

the One who longs to gather us

like a Mother Hen gathers her chicks.

I know a Mothering God terrifies you

because to think that God loves everyone,

that everyone is Her beloved child,

(loving like mothers love all their children,

even the naughty ones, from womb to tomb);

to think that God is available here and now

just Love, only Love, All Love,

to think that We are His Kingdom — 

a Kingdom of Love, only Love, All Love — 

our bodies, our minds, our hearts, our souls — 

as we were told we are –

well, that takes all the onus off of God,

and puts it smack dab on us.

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What I see is that you are using an excuse.

(Don’t feel I am accusing — we all have our excuses.)

But it’s just the throne thing

isn’t working for me any more

with all the wanna’ be kings we have today

raping and pillaging our world right now and here.

I don’t believe all the stories you read about God

Are straight from the Horse’s mouth.

I think we messed up when we didn’t let

Books be books,

And God be God.

But I do believe the one about

The God who never wanted his people to have

Rulers or kings.

And I do believe the one about the Son of Man

Who would not be a king

Except in God’s Kingdom of Love and only Love.

So I’m done with the whole power and thrones and king stuff.

It’s no fun any more.

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You see, the bottom line for me is,

if we keep God somewhere else

sitting stoically on a throne,

We do not have to let Him live

in us — in our own hands

and feet and mind and words and heart.

With God sitting around twiddling His thumbs

Enjoying the power of doing nothing,

We do not have to forgive,

To give,

To share,

To love

Love even our enemies — well,

there won’t actually be any more enemies.

Then what would we do with all our time and energy?

Be at peace? Love everyone?

Enjoy what we have in this moment? Share what we don’t need?

Be born again?

Live in a Kingdom on Earth something like

we keep thinking God is living in

somewhere out there in Heaven?

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I like the God who never sat on a throne,

Never wanted to (though tempted).

I like the God that wrestled skin to skin with Jacob

And made a wild and crazy bet with Job

And had a meal while laughing with Sarah and Abraham

And walked the enemy territory of Samaria

And touched an oozing leper,

And went on a short vacation to go fishing

And looked deeply at flowers and wine and bread

And said:

“It is good. It is very good.

And it is My blood and body,

Enjoy. Eat. Share.”

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And I like the God who sometimes quiets

my monkey-mind of machinations

and like a small, weak Child, My God

snuggles up within my womb-soul

and He is not somewhere else,

but He is Here. And Now.

Alive. Moving. Pulsing.

Having His DNA coursing all through me

Through this world.

Playful. And helpful.

I think I am ready to love

A God Who so very much loves us

that She resides with us,

that He is born over and over and over

in us.

A God who is not elsewhere but

Who lives and loves and Is — 

In me.

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© Jane Tawel, 2026

A Letter from Deckside Filled with Hope

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A Letter from the Trenches Filled with Hope

Jane Tawel

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Today my prayers have been changed by hope. I suppose if my faith were stronger, that should have always been true, but honestly, my prayers over the last two years (10 years!) have been engined by the loud and clunky power of fear — well, engined by absolute terror and aghastness (to coin a word) to be honest. Today as an American I get to pray for change and for peace and justice, truth, and the pursuit of happiness more equitable for all — and I get to believe deep down that is actually what all of us want, or at least enough of us that we can turn this Titanic around. And because I can see the ethical hearts and intelligent determination, or as James Tallerico, said the sheer and unmistakable power of LOVE in these Hope and Healing Bringers of Light, I know it won’t be easy, but “the thing with feathers” has arisen in my soul. Hallelujah! For today. Tomorrow, back to work and on my knees.

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And folks out there who still haven’t “got it”, we will be very, very happy to absolutely include in the lifeboats, those poor souls who are still blindly deifying the people in power that have been puncturing holes in the sides of our Constitutional ship and those still drowning in deceit while still worshipping their false idols — you too will be included with all the love for neighbors that we wish you had. Because that is what true Love, and true Patriotism does.

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As a Christian (albeit, granted, I am an odd or even suspect one according to the establishment) today I am elated to say that I get to pray for a new wave of determined spiritual energy and American can-do-ism; and I get to include in my sincere prayers Christians, Jews, Muslims, and Hindus and those who have no religion at all!! Because that is what America’s dream of “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness for all means. And that is because that is what Jesus would do and did. And that is because that is what any kind of real God asks us to do because that is what Love does. And that is the absolute bedrock of what America as a nation of equals and neighbors was supposed to be founded on. And that is what the religions of our multi-cultured nation teach — especially the one that started with the life and teachings found in the Jewish Scriptures and also the teachings of Jesus as found in the Bible.

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So, I, like everyone, have a Wishlist, that has been written anew by my hope. This is a wish list that the currently seated Congress could start right in on next week if they finally find the guts and ethics to do so. But it is with hope that the newly seated Congress in 2027 will consider. I know they will because they are already working toward these things. I wish I could share my wish list for the religion of Christianity and all its practitioners, but so many people who think they have practiced the Way of Jesus have been so very confused or frankly stubbornly disingenuous for so long, that I will leave the salvation of Christ’s message of love and truth up to God.

Meanwhile…. Here is my short wish list in a sort of prioritized order for the newly elected Congress, the newly elected Governors, and state assembly members, and transportation and agriculture secretaries, and state justices, and city council members, etc. etc. etc.

Dear Newly Elected Officials:

1. Keep moving forward with the same positivity, hope, hard work, intelligence and love of those you serve. These are your Super Powers.

2. Stop the war in Iran. Period.

3. Stop giving our money to dictators and war criminals to fund illegal wars. This includes Russia and Israel. Use that money to rehire all the unjustly fired generals and then if there is any left, start paying down our insane national debt.

4. Help Ukraine like we promised we would. Return sanctions on the bad guys, give aid to the good guys.

5. For Goodness sakes, stop all data centers everywhere for any reason and start helping our farmers. We could also return our nation to the sanity of having actual people do actual jobs. You know we all want that. But only you can do something about it.

6. This is really Number 1 for me but it is going to take longer. Please Save our Planet. You can start with an easy one like saving our public lands, helping fund ecologically sound power sources like windmills (not scary), and working on the fact that some of our states still have places without decent drinking water. Seriously. Think of your own mothers, and then think of our dear Mother Earth. The only war we should be fighting is the war against human extinction.

7. Fix our healthcare system. It’s a mess. In a nations with amazing research and medical personnel it is horrible to have such a broken healthcare system.

8. Put a decent federal tax on all billionaires. This should not be up to the states, because billionaires as we have found will just move elsewhere. Use this money to restore sanity to our safety nets and yes — pay down our trillion dollar national debt.

9. Take care of yourselves and your families. Be safe out there. But also take time to meditate, to look at beauty, to take a walk, to hug your loved ones, and to use all the gratitude you have in every cell of your body to be grateful for this chance. It’s truly an amazing chance in a million. Start each day with gratitude that you “have been chosen for such a time as this”.

10. And whatever words or beliefs or cultures or colors or genders or histories or dreams deferred that have made you, you — — Be the Love. To yourself, your neighbor, your God, and your nation. Love has made a way. Now we join you in widening the path and walking it in the hope of a brand new day.

Dear New Leaders: You have been elected, but please don’t confuse that with so many leaders that think that means you are the elect. You are one of us, and when we are One united, then nothing can stop us in our goals to make Life better here and now and maybe even grasp that Kingdom of Heaven spirit we are told about.

Many of us little Who’s here in Whoville are counting on you and let that be the wind beneath your wings. We will be praying with hope in whatever language or with whatever understanding or non-understanding we have. We still have energy to give and all of us have a new tank full of hope. Because this nation — this world — this planet — is really ours to care for. We are trusting you to do your part where you are, and we will do our part where we are. Let’s take good care of this moment of opportunity, take good care of each other, and take good care of Hope.

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“May those who hope in the LORD (and those who don’t call it that) renew their strength. May we soar on wings like eagles (apt symbol for our nation); and may we run and not grow weary, may we walk and not be faint” (from Isaiah 40).

© Jane Tawel, 2026

Not Doing, Being

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Not Doing, Being

By Jane Tawel

November 3, 2026

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I AM not absent

You just don’t want to be with Me.

If you feel My Presence

You shudder

As if a cold bracing breeze

Is blowing in your heart.

But you rarely let Me touch you.

You are busy

with doing and doing and doing.

And so you can not understand

that I do nothing,

I need do nothing.

I can do nothing,

For I do not choose,

I simply AM.

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My Spirit blows where it will

And when it touches you

It will clear your clouded mind

It will also stun you into nothingness.

You long to live forever

Doing all your busy work

Thinking all your busy thoughts

Praying all your busy prayers.

But you do not yet realize

That the business of Heaven

Is nothingness.

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I do not offer rest for the weary,

I offer no weariness — 

because you are finished with doingness.

Stop begging Me to act,

It is beneath a Divine child.

Stop thinking you can force me

To act on your behalf,

I simply AM

And you need nothing

That you do not already possess.

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I simply AM

As you may be

If you choose

The Heaven Here and Now

Of no attachment,

No busyness

No egoic mind

No power to act at all.

And that is the greatest power of all — 

Power over fear,

Power over desire,

Power over death.

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Come, Follow me

Without steps.

Trust me,

Without knowledge.

Believe in me

Without words.

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Feel the depth

of your own Eternal Cosmos

and do not ask for Me to come

to act,

to speak,

for I AM asking you to

Live in Me Now.

Know Me Now,

Moving in you,

like a whispering wind

In the Silence

of this perfect world

that you and I create together,

Here.

Now.

Where I AM

in you.

© Jane Tawel, 2026

The Game

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The Game

By Jane Tawel

October 22, 2026

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The World has always

been full of grifters.

To con ourselves is the first step

We take towards “adulthood”.

The second is to con others,

Playing the game

to convince them we are

the roles we play.

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Our natural tendency and desire

to win by luck

or place of birth

or beliefs in passing knowledge

of how to game the System — 

writ large on decaying papyrus — 

these things we tell ourselves

are what we have learned

what we have earned

by whom and what we are.

And the Question of what it all means

dies with the Quest of the More.

And we no longer play games

like children do — curious, free, delighted — 

But like con artists who play to win

At any cost

At any loss

of self, or soul, or Awe.

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Playing the short-con,

is the uniquely human achievement.

And on days the die lands on red,

We smile thinking we have won.

And on days the die lands on black,

We turn away — 

Angry, afraid, jealous of the gods

who we believe

have stacked the decks against us.

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Preferring to think our lives

will never bankrupt our souls

we find a new table to play at

to eat at

to rattle the cup

that contains the pips we call

“Reality”.

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We live in the uncertainty

of why we never seem to win

that which we think we most value.

And we tell ourselves that even

when the Game Room of Life

closes and all our chips

must be turned in (like it or not),

we hope and pray

there will be more games to play

in some new casino we call Heaven,

a future myth we have gambled on

while only temporarily here

playing Blackjack with our souls.

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So few of us have found the Truth and lived it.

Fewer still have listened and followed.

There was a man from Galilee

and one from Quren village

who entered all the holy gambling places

and with the mighty swords of Words alone,

turned over the gambling tables

and walked out Whole and Free.

And both said humbly, “All you must do,

Is simply follow Me.”

And the gaming table

was refashioned into a Communion Table

where all know “they have plenty and are rich”*.

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This life is not a game

and we are not the players

but the played.

We have inherited

a Sacred Trust –

to squander it, is to die.

To invest it in our Holy Being,

will resurrect the soul to Eternity Now.

One can not gamble with Presence:

it simply Is.

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“Oh, Human, what are you — 

that God has you in Mind?

God, why do you visit us

and care?”**

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We do not know or understand.

But do we really have to?

Can we not walk away

from the games we play

the unrealities we create?

And stand in awe and mystery — 

Amazed? Awake? Alive?

The Whole World is within us — 

A Kingdom of God

And nothing is a gamble

And nothing is lacking

And there is nothing to fear.

Be Still.

Trust.

I AM.

No games to stop at.

Just Flow.

Beyond luck.

Beyond entitlement.

Beyond fear of loss.

Beyond death.

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“They that place their bets

upon The Good-Love

shall be made whole and free forever.”***

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For God has always played

the Long Con.

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© Jane Tawel, 2026

*Lao Tzu Proverb

** Psalm 8:4

*** Isaiah 40:31

The Smell of The Crowd

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The Smell of The Crowd

By Jane Tawel

October 8, 2026

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Can you imagine what they smelled like?

That rag-tag bunch of men who smelled like fish?

Those women who smelled of childbirth?

(no time for baptismal purification, with all that housework

for her ladyship);

The gardeners who arrived,

Necks bent permanently from kneeling in the mud and manure?

(no time to change from cultivating his honorable so and so’s garden)

And all those little children!?

(who let them come?)

Kids so used to being neither seen nor heard,

Unable to remember what it was to play,

Day after day, picking through the garbage thrown out in the streets,

(as many of their families had been)

Children came.

Children who smelled like, well,

children.

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These were the multitudes with no free time

for baths or baptisms,

no spare change for deodorants

or gifts of frankincense and myrrh.

A people with no paid vacations

or access to spas.

In fact, probably a lot of them

knew they’d lose their jobs,

or get beaten by their mistresses

(if they were allowed to return to work).

Maybe some of the teenagers

had run away from home –

Just to hear Him speak.

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By some miraculous communication,

Long before telegraphs or cellphones

Before television or Tik-Tok,

These stinky multitudes got The Word.

Straight to their hearts, His words

The Word

Found them.

And they Knew! Knew!

They had to, simply had to,

Leave everything if they must,

and come to Jesus.

They Knew! Knew!

That they would be welcomed by Someone

Who was wise, and good,

and who cared about them.

Little did they imagine,

That they would be loved.

That they would in all their odiferous reality,

Be seen as something More,

Be touched as flesh that mattered

Be heard with their questions of importance,

And be inhaled like a fresh Breath of Life.

They wept and laughed and hugged each other,

To think they would be

Embraced by Someone who Loved them.

They could barely imagine.

Barely hope or pray

That they would be accepted as they were,

Loved even.

But they were.

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But can you imagine,

in your fresh clothes washed by Tide,

And your shampooed hair, smelling of gardenias,

And your brushed teeth compliments of Crest –

Can you imagine — 

Just for a moment — 

All of that disgusting, decaying flesh

pressed up all around

Each other and Him?

All of those calloused hands that dug the earth

or hauled the catch,

or wiped the bottoms of the rich and famous?

Can you get a hint

of the smell of those armpits that sweated

in the harsh sun and the baking furnace rooms

in the private gardens of the wealthy

and the gated houses of the powerful?

Can you smell the oozing pus

from their scrapped and bloodied knees

bowed, and bowed, and bowing again and again

in the endless service of those

with leisure and time and place and money

those who could imagine they had

cleaned away for one more day

the body’s smell of daily dying?

And can you imagine their surprise

When Jesus didn’t ask them to bow down,

Or even to help out?

But He invited them to sit and be served.

And to eat. Relax. Chill out. Enjoy.

“Take eat, there is plenty. More than enough.”

(Even his closest friends thought he was a bit nutty).

But Jesus knew he was preparing them to one day hear:

“This bread is my body, given for you. Take. Eat.”

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Oh, yes.

The dirty masses snuck away

from those too busy and with hands to clean to come

to hear a Man who had a different definition

of being clean.

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Can you imagine?

Can you smell the needy stench?

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And Jesus not only gathered them,

Invited them in,

Fed them,

And taught them things they’d only dreamed about,

But He stuck his nose deep in their

Greasy hair,

and smelly armpits,

and knees that knelt in putrid labor all day long

and the hands of tiny children, sticky with snot.

And He held them.

And He loved them.

And He Imbibed — 

every stinky, smelly, poverty-stricken, bodily-entombed

one of them.

After all –

Jesus came

to smell like one of us.

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And He smiled as He chased the scent.

Being One with The Hound of Heaven.

Jesus knew that The Kingdom

was not behind the walls or in the mansions,

But right there in the Unseen masses,

But who had eyes to see;

And right there with those with ears to hear;

And in the so-called Untouchables,

But who had open hands, willing to hold them out to others

and touch the Hand of God.

And Jesus knew that in the pungent scrums

pressing up against Him,

were a multitude of noses,

broken, misshapen, fractured

by years of being stuck to the grindstones of the temporal

but there with Him,

ready and able to smell the fragrance of The Eternal Holy.

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And little did they know,

That with every sense informing Christ’s soul,

He was preparing for the ultimate Reek

of His body, hung like offal on a Roman Cross,

And the decaying stench of His body,

Given for us,

So that we might go

and smell likewise.

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Jesus gave the poor and lost and least

a strong whiff

of what it means to live within a Kingdom

Imbued with the Earthy,

smelly, pungent scent of humanness

and yet — -

and yet — -

within each,

there lurked

the aroma of the Divine.

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And He encouraged us

to go — 

and smell likewise.

© Jane Tawel, 2026

Laying Down the Heavy Bags

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Laying Down the Heavy Bags

By Jane Tawel

October 5, 2026

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Slogging through,

hauling around these heavy bags

of selves, and roles,

of identities I have collected — 

sometimes the weight of all of them

is more than I can bear.

But to leave them alone and unguarded

Beside the Road is scary.

What would it feel like to be so light?

Who would I be without my stuff of self?

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Even the celestial bodies

I have assumed to wear

as coats of many colors

are nothing more than history’s passing fads.

And I am just a tad tired

of being used by my need to believe.

Belief is over-rated as a weight-bearing device.

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To be lightened, without load, is scary.

To give up a closet full of theories

Leaves me lighter than I can bear.

The air is too thin

without the ballast of my strong convictions.

I’ve never been a fan of flight.

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To be Light is scary.

Darkness has covered a multitude of sins.

But I have found quite lately

that the burdens I have carried

are making holes in the fabric of my life

and despite my attempts at staying under cover,

the holes keep letting the Light shine through.

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There are many ways to lay down what we carry.

And I am finding that if I do not volunteer

to let go and leave my illusive, leaden payloads behind,

then bit by bit,

the holes torn in the fabric I have donned

of selves meant to disguise the soul –

those very holes enlarge,

and fill the empty spaces — 

and whether I mean to or not,

I leave all my tattered rags of my small self

Scattered higgledy-piggledy

in my wandering wake.

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I imagine someday you may find me

(or at least I hope You do)

crawling and inching ahead along the path,

an unknown, unknowing infant,

naked, unashamed,

and Weightless.

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© Jane Tawel, 2026

This House

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This House

By Jane Tawel

October 2, 2026

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This house

will be the last I live in

(it was coincidently also the first, though not the same)

And I will never leave this house

Until I do

Giving it up, as all things must

Eventually Be given up

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Where I will go

when I leave this house

No one knows

But I will Be

As ever I have been

Just me

But houseless

Though never homeless

© Jane Tawel, 2026

Holy Spirit Finger Pointing

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Holy Spirit Finger Pointing

by Jane Tawel

This is a post for any one who still reads anything for instruction in developing a worldview that I might call “spiritual” and fair warning: I do use the “B” word in this post — Bible. This morning, as is my daily habit, I sat down with coffee and books. I have no idea what induced me to do something I have not done since possibly I was a teenager, but I took out my big, fat Amplified Holy Bible and did the “let the page fall open to a passage” thingy that we used to do back in the day. I am not a fan of this method of study, hoping to be more of a purposeful seeker and a formulating adherent of a coherent, albeit, granted strange, ecclectic, non-literal, mythic, Love is always the answer, and open to many paths kinda’ old girl — BUT this was truly uncanny, although I have found time and time again that Spirit is, if anything, uncanny, serendipitous, and always willing to lend a hand to my search and desire to walk the right path. 

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I must admit, my “let the book fall open where it will” was not completely random. I love the Psalms, Isaiah, and the book of Mark, so I opened the Scriptures to those books, knowing I would find something to chew on. Poetry, Prophecy, and Jesus always stretch me, comfort me, delight me, make me think and meditate, and just plain, help me. Today, it was truly remarkable, and a confirmation that “those who seek, will find” and that what we see happening in the world today has happened before, people have had to wrestle with it, and everyone has to make a choice of what side of right and wrong they will stand on. So for those of you so inclined, here is where the Finger of Holy Spirit pointed me today. 

Psalm 10. Isaiah 51. and Mark 11:15–26. 

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And those of you who still think of the Bible as a guide, be careful, especially with the Mark passage. You may have to make changes in your worldview, and maybe even your actions. But for some of you, I hope these passages give you Hope. We are not alone. Righteous anger is needed to defeat evil and evil is real — sometimes in the very places that are supposed to be doing good. 

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And most of all, remember there is a Love that loves EVERYONE in all the world and Love always loves, and Love always remains, and Love always wins.

© Jane Tawel, 2026

Haikus of Grace

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Haikus of Grace

By Jane Tawel

September 12, 2026

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Breaking through, like waves

that shift the sandy dunes of fate.

In rolls the tide of Grace.

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Unearned merit moves

Reveling in the slow and languid dance

Partnered in loving embraces of Grace.

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Grace skirts the narrow edges.

I must be moved from perceived safe middle-grounds

To find the rim and rind of the Divine.

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© Jane Tawel, 2026