One day we will dance together after the sun has set on both our lives. Any sense of separation will fall away. The angels of care will prevail over the demons of despair and we will step into heaven holding each other's hand like I used to do as you learned to take your first steps along the way. "What ifs?" will no longer matter. "Whys?" will not need to be figured out. The answer to "Where?" will be right beside each of us, gracefully and gratefully, smiling at the other.
Monthly Archives: December 2022
“Ask a sign of the LORD your God; let it be deep as Sheol or high as heaven.” – Isaiah 7:11
Gracious Sign-Maker of signs showing the way through the maze of ways, give us a sign, one more sign, a sign of infinite sides and shapes, a sign of infinite colors, to lighten our load and to lighten the many paths that we so delightedly take on our own way through life towards the heavens; because those who wish to take down the rainbow have sharpened their mechanisms of playful destruction leading to hell. Amen.
God Boxes
People fold God into infinite shapes when tucking God into boxes of their own making.
Without Moving
I dream of solstices long ago; to study how the earth tilts its face towards the sun without moving. At times, my love can do the same; move to you without moving. Yesterday, I saw how the winds, without moving, pushed the swing. The reflection of my face in the glass held both of us without moving. A finch landed in the small tree next to the bird bath. It began singing without moving. How is it we can talk of being overwhelmed without moving out of the way of that which overwhelms us? And then, without moving, the light of the sun shines into the circle of life dissipating solitude.
Attention
With each death the divine is scattered across the earth making all things holy. I remember the feeling of expectancy, a sacred feeling, come upon me as Christmas morning moved closer. And then there are other traditions. On days when the holiest of people turn their faces to the gods, others do not, never thinking about falling to their knees. Yesterday morning is no more transient than the preceding morning upon which eternal happiness is perpetually contingent. Life is a fountain into which we dip our hands hoping to find our attention taken towards something greater than ourselves.
Lifting Boulders
One of my mentors in life said, "If God asks you to lift a stone and you lift a boulder instead, don't complain that God has overburdened you!" I bent down to pick up a pebble to add to the collection of pebbles already in my pocket. How many pebbles must I carry before I begin carrying a boulder?
“They shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.” – Isaiah 35:10
Holy Emotion, always in motion from gladness to sadness and back again across a life and through the ages; so many sighs are greater than the winds ceaselessly moaning across the empty wastes; fleeing from destroying and controlling powers is the only way through to a next breath; separate yourself from the rush of our winds, and send us into spaces of quietude not of our own making where we can rest. Amen.
Advice
Pay attention. Gamble that life will continue. Multiple overwhelmings may happen. Cope gently with each as they come. Focus on staying filled. Complete one agenda item at a time. Think engage. Accept any opening. Be with the Is. Let control go. And believe in possibility.
A Place in Paradise
Not every child knows the blessing of following clues in a treasure hunt. Some hints need helpful interpretation before the path of devotion can begin again. Upon finding the gorgeous hidden pieces, we pick and choose which we like most, putting them tenderly into our pockets. Yes, we will grow tired from carrying those tiny loads, though, somehow, unwrapping them twenty years later, we will know that we have been guaranteed a place in paradise.
Following
There is a rolling hill I have never seen before. The mist retreats upwards as the day continues to begin. No doubt there is something, a house, hidden behind the hill, With someone standing on the front porch waiting for someone else who is perhaps following me.