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It creeps up on you: in words, prayers,
moments, until you find yourself
- suddenly, slowly, somehow - transformed.

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A dramatic shift
or even a subtle one,
Change is really hard.

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Heart repair, little stitches

after the unraveling

(after grief, after rage, after care).

Deep breaths unto fullness,

I recovered my old self -

bold child, wild and holy self.

Spun out from the same crucible,

we were knit back together

a feat, hard-won,

of persistent compassion

and grace.
-ae

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tiny step

after

tiny step

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Transformation Like a bee that burrows into a flower     Looking for nectar to turn into honey,      I dive into sorrow’s transforming power.             dm

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Transformation Like a bee that burrows into a flower     Looking for nectar to turn into honey,      I dive into sorrow’s transforming power.             dm

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In mathematics, there are many elegant ways to rearrange a problem

To make it easier, to make it solvable

I think this works in life, too

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Transformation is
Easy if the Clean Spirit
Forms our broken hearts

Notes: The Welsh word for Holy Spirit is Ysbrid Glân, literally Clean Spirit; and

Transformation is hard to haiku because it eats up 4 syllables

WDRplus

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Am I an egg? Or a nymph?
A caterpillar? Or a chrysalis?
Always changing, always shifting, always striving, but not yet a butterfly.

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Transformation is a gradual process

Every day I strive to do better and be more true to myself

I thank God for how far I've already come

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What we shall be is mystery.
What we have been is given.
What we are requires an open heart.

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I distrust my own
Yearning for transformation
Because it speaks to a discontent
With who I am

I distrust
My hunger for transformation
As a magic fix
A shortcut against the heavy work
Of doing justly

I am confronted
With the word transformation
Am I asking God
To take away
The very excuses I cling to?

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There is no transformation without loss.
There is no transformation without grief.
There is no transformation without choice.

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If I took what disgusted you,
set and framed it, called it art,
would it then be transformed?

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Move beyond the distraction of the ego
Allow yourself to see the clearing ahead
Step into the beauty of who you really are

CM

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What happens if we gaze at the world through the lenses of love?
The angry cries, the violence, the attacks?  Will it transform?
Start small -- our own hearts, failings, flaws.

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Caterpillars do not transform only in their chrysalis
An egg, born
Caterpillar, grows
Pupa, rests
Butterfly, soars

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evolving            ever transforming death/life/death/life again  

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evolving            ever transforming death/life/death/life again  

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transformation is sacred
(trans formations are sacred, too)
daring to believe:
in possibilities luring
beauty beckoning
healing enfolding
love enlivening
life opening
-akb

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Something shifts;
in spacious conversation;
we discover what we already know.
HilaryC

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My fragile evangelical worldview fractured when I met a Jewish lesbian, a Hindu-Catholic pansexual, and an immigrant from Ethiopia who had no health insurance essentially because he could not afford it. 

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I believe there is no such thing as irredeemable.

I have learned the hard way the burden is not mine to redeem those who harm me.

Christ took that on himself. I can let it go.

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Metanoia never meant I had to feel ashamed.

It meant I had to accept love.

Impossible not to be transformed by that.

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fear transformed
hope restored
beginning again

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I love the tale of one caterpillar, saying to the other, as they watched the butterfly flutter by "you won't catch me going in one of those".
How can we know what transformation God has in mind for each of us?
His love for us will bring surprises; let's not be scared.