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And on this day..

Share kindness ~ hug your loved ones, pet your cat, walk your dog, water your plants, hug your loved ones again ~ and claim the goodness of life.

Plant seeds ~ of lettuce and zinnias, of peace and compassion, dig in the soil to see the worms who work in the darkness turning waste into fertile soil ~ and claim the hope of our faith in the face of despair.

Look for the face of God ~ in the smile of your spouse or the grin of your child, in the weary faces of medical personnel and security offers in Boston and Syria and Iran, in the tears of weeping family and friends, in the despair of bystanders ~ and claim the promise of God’s everlasting arms of love.

Pray ~ often, in song, as you drive to work, hard, with every breath, for all who are unable to pray ~ and be held by the Spirit who prays on our behalf.

Turn off the TV, the radio, the web stream of constant news and images ~ turn on your favorite music, read a story to a child, read the Beatitudes aloud to yourself, listen to the song of the birds singing spring into being ~ and hear the song of God’s faithfulness through the season, over the ages.

Weep with those who weep, mourn with all who mourn, hope for those who have no hope ~ and when this is too much, rest fully in the tender mercy of Christ whose love can receive all this and more.

Embrace beauty ~ the blossom of a daffodil, a kind word spoken in the morning, a child learning to play the piano, neighbors talking over the fence, the predictable rise of the sun announcing the gift of another day ~ and give thanks .

For we are all one, sharing joy and sorrow, love and loss, connected in this beautiful web of life.

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Ancient Knowing

Christine is hosting Poetry Party #59 at the Abbey ~  The Threshold of Summer.  Come share the fun!

 

Summer’s delights are many:
   the sweet drone of the cicadas
   a canoe winding its way down the river
   trees heavy with green, lush leaves
   the smell of long-awaited rain
   sidewalks alive with children and chalk and bicycles and bubbles
   fireflies dancing a midsummer’s pageant

Each of these and more fill the summer’s nights and days
But this year, with simplicity and ease,
   it is the plaintive song of the loon
      that opens my heart
Calling forth the ancient knowing of all creatures
Beckoning all who listen to pause, and
   remember

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Holy Saturday

Holy Saturday, holy waiting,

holy wondering, holy preparing.

With regards to Jesus, we know how the story goes,

so we know for what we are waiting, wondering, and preparing

But more often we are like the women at Jesus’ tomb

not knowing for what we are waiting, wondering, and preparing

We don’t know whether to laugh or cry,

what type of meal to prepare for

how to set the table

which music to choose

are the spices and anointing oils

for life or for death? for both?

New life means a new beginning

which also means an ending.

Behold, I create all things new,

          The old has passed away.

 

A day of transition, a day like much of life –

letting go and embracing,

emptying and filling,

dying and rising,

exhaling and inhaling.

So I shall empty, clean, and fill the bird feeders,

preparing the table for those

who have returned as they do every spring,

Telling of the great cycle of rhythm of life,

of God’s great work of love

that hope has the last word.

The birds sing from the treetops

as we prepare to sing Alleluia!!

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The Rocking Prayer

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My newest upstairs neighbor,

at 12 days old,

is held in her daddy’s arms.

Rocking back and forth,

my ceiling sings a rhythmic

c-r-e-a-k and creak,

c-r-e-a-k and creak,

lulling her to sleep

and soothing her downstairs neighbor.

This is a prayer of sorts,

this rhythmic creaking:

Oh, that every new life

could be held and rocked and loved.

Oh, that every soul that knows fear and loneliness

could be held and rocked and loved.

Oh, that the world would know of Your love that

holds and rocks each of us.

C-r-e-a-k, I love you.

Creak, I love you.

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Like rose painted sky

Your love washes over us

At dawn or at dusk

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Pure, unbounded love

You give, not counting the cost

Can we do the same?

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We desire health

So many choices, what next?

Start at my Table

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