a sunrise steals
or a meadow of flowers
leave you speechless,
remain that way.
as heaven whispers,
“Do you like it?
I did it just for you.”
the other day a friend said to me, “it’s like there’s someone new here. i don’t know her very well.”
i asked, “is it like being made new, washed clean?”
“no,” she said, “more like she’s untainted, untouched and not willing to take the garbage any more. it’s me.”
it made me think about images we carry around about ourselves, sometimes the things we try to hide, hidden corners of supposed shamefulness, losses or absences that we assume are ours.
the thought of a bird came to mind: a broken wing, cradled to its side, careful, a bird, longing for altitude of air, the need to stretch, be carried, to beat its wings against the singing wind.
and i began to think of this bird as faith…faith that singes the air with its yearning, a certainty of deeper seeing; birdlike, ever driving for higher altitudes, clamoring to fly, pressing onward, demanding flight.
we are not broken birds, broken hearts or lives, our faith, knowing, certainty hobbled by doubts, improbabilities, fears. these are decoys that try to sideline, ground us, make us believe that our wings don’t work, that there’s no where or reason to fly, no Spirit to prompt or catch us, no updrafts of air and light for wings to dance upon.
what are the things that stall our moments, that try to shroud and crowd and darken out all light, that whisper lies? how often have we heeded them, given up, right on the cusp of certain dawning?
it will not do.
flight is imminent.
the pristine fire of your life is standing witness.
live your life;
you are not broken or wasted or left behind.
you, marvel of Spirit’s mastery,
on wings of searing Love and Life.
sometimes the rising, the standing, the awakening can be like the whole world coming apart; but really it is an unwrapping, a revealing of here, here, here you are…as you have been so all along…all darkness and clutter burned away, singing: here, here…such a relief to just be here.
“Faith is higher and more spiritual than belief. It is a chrysalis state of human thought, in which spiritual evidence, contradicting the testimony of material sense, begins to appear, and Truth, the ever-present, is becoming understood.” Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy
“Now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.” I Corinthians 13
“And as on wings of faith we soar and worship,
Held by God’s love above the shadows dim
Hushed in the grandeur of a heart’s awakening,
the trout run is early this year.
the taste of autumn in the air.
all too beautiful for words.
but words will have to do, as long as we leave enough space in between them for the air to speak.
the Ganaraska River is filled with trout swimming upstream, making their way from Lake Ontario, up through town, over the rocks, past the fisherman. impasse after impasse, there’s no stopping them.
come on they say,
get to the task.
the way is straight and narrow.
i love this poem by Godfrey John:
(Isaiah 54:2; Judges 18:10)
Friend, look close:
beneath your feet
is holy ground.
Under all questions
the heart longs
for a people, a place
in the morning light.
place is community,
whatever lies bright
in each of us.
Now under your hand
a purpose springs.
For place is prayer
in the wilderness.
As you walk the wastes
Love wills in you a sweet land . . .
let love go out of you left and right;
let each secret prayer embrace
the people in you, the desolate.
Place is the practice:
*Enlarge the place of thy tent, and let them stretch forth the curtains of thine habitations: spare not, lengthen thy cords, and strengthen thy stakes…Isaiah 54:2
*When ye go, ye shall come unto a people secure, and to a large land: for God hath given it into your hands; a place where there is no want of any thing that is in the earth. Judges 18:10
i loved this video by filmaker, Andrea Dorfman, and poet/singer/songwriter, Tanya Davis called: how to be alone. (click highlighted link to see video.)
there’s such a gentle grace and joy about it: the naturalness of embracing our lives, feeling at home wherever we are, the essence of peace, prayer and praise altogether. Here are some excerpts from the poem:
“If you are at first lonely, be patient.
If you’ve not been alone much, or if when you were, you weren’t okay with it, then just wait. You’ll find it’s fine to be alone once you’re embracing it.
Society is afraid of alone though. Like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements. Like people must have problems if after awhile nobody is dating them.
But lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless, and lonely is healing if you make it.
Take silence and respect it.
You could be in an instant surrounded if you need it.”
o…to cultivate the rich spaces of aloneness
the sweeping music of silence
voids giving way to a rush of peace
this passage from Mary Baker Eddy’s writings speaks to it: “My sense of nature’s rich glooms is, that loneness lacks but one charm to make it half divine — a friend, with whom to whisper, “Solitude is sweet.”
every road leads home.
every road leads to God.
every single road
finds you with yourself
finds you in the hands of God
finds you running towards
trying to find
all the things
the simple windswept quiet of your heart
your path prepared
all that is natural
” Once, having been asked by the Pharisees when the kingdom of God would come, Jesus replied, “The kingdom of God does not come with your careful observation, nor will people say, ‘Here it is,’ or ‘There it is,’ because the kingdom of God is within you.” Luke 17:20-21
“Into His haven of Soul there enters no element of earth to cast out angels, to silence the right intuition which guides you safely home.” Mary Baker Eddy
To Do List for Saturday
Vacuum the house
Go for a walk
Find a dragon’s tooth
Use it to write in river sand
Slay the demons of dailiness
Climb a magnolia tree
Wait for the stars to appear
Wash in moonlight
Choose a perfect blossom
Curl up in it and sleep
Wake with wings unfolding
Join a flock of passing birds
Fly into morning light
to “slay the demons of dailiness.” how fantastic is that? makes me think of a favorite quote by M.B. Eddy: “Today my soul can only sing and soar.” today, saturday, every day.
immaculate moment this
air, sky, all
this poem by Doris Peel so captures it:
Summoned by Psaltery, Timbrel, and Harp
It is not said
that mourning shall be turned into non-mourning:
a cessation of suffering, a merciful blank
like the aftermath of a crisis passed.
Nor is there promised
the prolonged privileges of a convalescent
who earns–by the mere feat of survival–the
flowers, the fruit, the ministrations of others.
it is dancing–
dancing–we are called to!
O summoned we are
(from the darkest depths)
to that act of gladness
that elated leap
even the new lamb, come to earth, straightway knows
how to perform: bounding up on stiff little legs
with no more reason for what it does
than the very joy,
still fresh in it,
what it is.
“Desire is prayer; and no loss can occur from trusting God with our desires, that they may be moulded and exalted before they take form in words and in deeds.” Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health
“I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it.” Ecclesiastes
this poem by e.e. cummings came tucked in an email from my mom this morning:
may i be gay
like every lark
who lifts his life
from all the dark
who wings his why
and sings an if
of day to yes
the perfect poem for a perfect morning…the air clear and cool, the sky a drunken blue.
to lift our lives from the dark…
to wing our whys…
to sing, to sing,
right past the ifs,
yes, yes, and
“Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.” Psalms 24
“Starting from a higher standpoint, one rises spontaneously, even as light emits light without effort; for “where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy
“God has not given us vast learning to solve all the problems, or unfailing wisdom to direct all the wanderings of our brothers’ lives; but He has given to every one of us the power to be spiritual, and by our spirituality to lift and enlarge and enlighten the lives we touch.” Phillips Brooks
The following is an excerpt from John Grisham’s graduation speech at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill published in the Christian Science Monitor:
“When a writer finds the voice, the words flow freely, the sentences become paragraphs and pages and chapters, and the story is told, the writer is heard, and the reader is rewarded.
In this respect, writing is a lot like life itself. In life, a voice is much more than the sound we make when we talk. Infants and preschoolers have voices and can make a lot of noise, but a voice is more than sound.
The voice of change, the voice of compassion, the voice of the future, the voice of his generation, the voice of her people. We hear this all the time. Voices, not words….
To be heard, you must find a voice. For your ideas to be accepted, for your arguments to be believed, for your work to be admired, you must find a voice.”
Here’s to finding resonance,
crystal clarity of soundness,
thought and being one,
you, no observer,
audience to your life
but the living of it
no running start
“Each individual must fill his own niche in time and eternity.” Mary Baker Eddy, Retrospection and Introspection
“A man’s gift maketh room for him…” Proverbs
The following poem is by Lucille Clifton from her volume of poetry entitled Quilting:
blessing the boats
(at St. Mary’s)
may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that
“Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.” Isaiah
a way in the wilderness…
there will always be a way.
one of my favorite definitions in Mary Baker Eddy’s book Science and Health is of the word wilderness.
she starts it out with these words: “Loneliness; doubt; darkness.”
anything but these…please, anything but the vacuous three…
no way out but here
battle or be still
gnashing of teeth or surrender
an inkling takes root within
the definition continues:
“Spontaneity of thought and idea;
in which a material sense of things disappears,
and spiritual sense unfolds
the great facts of existence.”
what now waits within you to emerge
what light dawns
taking hold of heaven
this, not that, is what you’re borne for
this, not that, is what you are
suddenly darkness, doubt, loneliness
are on the run
running for cover
where none is,
for all here is sheltered in light
all here is the holy ground of home
all here includes the tender hands of omnipotence
pointing out the moment
showing us the way
showing us our way
a way of possibilities,
excess of excellence
and multiplication of joy.
“As the children of Israel were guided triumphantly through the Red Sea, the dark ebbing and flowing tides of human fear, — as they were led through the wilderness, walking wearily through the great desert of human hopes, and anticipating the promised joy, — so shall the spiritual idea guide all right desires in their passage from sense to Soul…” Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy
embrace the wilderness.
take it up in your arms.
love the dawning it is prompting.
turn your back on darkness,
shine shine shine
out from the light of Love.
“The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.” Isaiah