Creating Word of the World where words can be formed into questions, we come to you on syllables of air - perhaps seeking answers lying fallow on frozen fields - but more in search of interpretations and explanations leading to more questions and to more questions. We ask all this quietly for subtle guidance so as not to stir those who debate the placement of letters on the page, for their rage seeks to control all that dwells in their midst. Amen.
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One Drop at a Time
I write in the space that exists as if the world will come crumbling down upon us; not from the dropping of shells that obliterate but from the drips of rain falling from leaves one drop at a time.
The Play of the Gods
The long grass bends with a push from the wind moving without the cares we tend to carry when our days are heavy. Tomorrow there may be no breeze to mark the passing of the sky over the receiving earth turning below. We cannot see the play of the gods in the fields before us even though they have been dancing forever.
One More Time
How many times must I do unto others before what I wish to have done to me happens before my very eyes?
The Song Remains
Voices gather at the front of the sanctuary longing to lift a harmony pleasing to the gods. They sing of kingdoms and realms yet to be and how praise can be lifted to the heavens. The choir stands firmly on earth slightly circled around one who waves a rhythm in the air. One voice cracks on the downbeat following a rest and others smile through their notes. The song constructed from the movement of air remains floating upward through the roof to the skies.
“I am sending you out like lambs into the midst of wolves.” – Luke 10:3
Holy Sender, sending Creation into Being, send strength for the brutes and wolves have been sent into the fields to play as well. Amen.
Fathers and Daughters
Fathers and daughters turn circles holding hands and paint each other's faces with favorite colors. The words spoken as the evening moves into night gently rest upon the air and need not go further towards demands for the future or place expectations that flinch in the face of possibilities. Peace rests between the generations after having shared the experience of the weekend together. Small miracles have not been overlooked. All attachments honored. Those who stumble walk again with the help of every presence. No talk of salvation arises as the fathers write daughters a letter. Each one inscribed with the words, "I am the luckiest Daddy in the world to have you as a daughter."
We Are Wine
"We were water and now we are changed into wine!" we cried two thousand years ago. Where has our cry gone? The lip of the cup circles and circles forever into infinity; surely there is enough room for a thousand lips and more to drink the drink of life well into the evening. Demons do not need to appear each and every time we dare to come to the table. And all waiting will cease as we bring the chalice to our mouths and allow the juice of forever to wet our tongues. This is our prayer, we pray. To be drenched in the love of one another.
First Blessing
We receive our first blessing when the boy living down the street asks us to be his girlfriend. My daughter came inside for the evening glowing with all future possibilities embraced into the joy of being cared for. She shared the unexpected news before taking off her shoes and we danced together with the front door still open. How many times have our hearts been made whole and for how long do we frolic before laying our heads down?
…to walk in all God’s ways… – Deut 10:12
God, who strolls in the garden and in the desert, who walks the sea and down from the mountaintop, who dares to become human out of curiosity and who dwells in our midst where we are gathered, sometimes your steps are so wide apart that our all-too-human strides stumble and trip trying to keep up with the latest demands of our own interpretation of your holy ways. Pick us up and dust us off once again and as many times as is needed so we may more than dream but yearn to walk with you. Amen.
A Thread You Follow 