contemplation, Poetry

Poem: God would kneel down (St. Francis)

I think God might be a little prejudiced.
For once He asked me to join Him on a walk
through this world,

and we gazed into every heart on this earth,
and I noticed He lingered a bit longer 
before any face that was
weeping,

and before any eyes that were
laughing.

And sometimes when we passed
a soul in worship,

God too would kneel
down.

I have come to learn: God
adores His 
creation.

--St Francis

My Scripture “sound bite” today was from Galatians: I am no longer driven to impress God. Talk about a futile task! No, I’m focusing on a much more fruitful venture: allowing God to impress me. (I’ve got it on good authority that He has a few sunrises in the works just for you and me…)

I hope you’re safe, healthy and hanging in there,

Love,

Lee

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contemplation, Faith, Poetry

For Good Friday: The Holy Water

No one lives outside the walls of this sacred place, existence.
The holy water, I need it upon my eyes: it is you, dear, you--each form.

What mother would lose her infant--and we are that to God,
never lost from His gaze are we? Every cry of the heart 
is attended by light's own arms.

You cannot wander anywhere that will not aid you.
Anything you can touch--God brought it into 
the classroom of your mind.

Differences exist, but not in the city of love.
Thus my vows and yours, I know they are the same.

I have just peeled the skin from the potato
and you are still contemplating its worth,
sweetheart; indeed there are wonderful nutrients in all,
for God made everything.

You joined our community at birth.
With your Father being who He is, what do the
world's scales know of your precious value.
The priest and the prostitute--they weigh the same before the Son's immaculate being,
but who can bear that truth and freedom,
so a wise man adulterated the 
scriptures;
every wise man knows this.

My soul's face has revealed its beauty to me;
why was it shy so long, didn't it know how this made me suffer and weep?

A different game He plays with His close ones.
God tells us truths you would not believe,
for most everyone needs to limit His compassion; concepts of 
right and wrong preserve the golden seed
until one of God's friends come along and tend your body
like a divine bride.

The Holy sent out a surveyor to find the limits of its compassion and being.
God knows a divine frustration whenever He acts like that, 
for the infinite has 
no walls.

Why not tease Him about this?
Why not accept the freedom of what it means
for our Lord to see us
as Himself.

So magnificently sovereign is our Lover: never say
"On the other side of this river a different king rules."
For how could that be true--for nothing can oppose Infinite strength. 

No one lives outside the walls of this sacred place, existence.

The holy water my soul's brow needs is unity.
Love opened my eye and I was cleansed
by the purity of each
form. 

St Francis of Assisi

Source: Love Poems from God, collected and translated by Daniel Ladinsky

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Poetry

The Good Shepherd

 

The silence of the barn at evening,when the shepherd draws shut the door
and starts home for the night, is heavenly,
for it says almost aloud that every lamb
is found, every ewe has found her lamb
and is feeding, and is content.
There is another of the barn’s silences
that is heavenly also, for it says
that the ewes and their young ones now
are gone from it to new pasture,
the now-green, the first-grown grass
of the spring, and they are delighted,
the shepherd delighted with their delight.

Wendell Berry
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contemplation, Faith, Poetry

“Noun. Perfect happiness; great joy”

It’s me and Rabia again, back on the eve of a twenty-one day lockdown here in South Africa. This poem seems appropriate. We are all owed so much bliss.

I HOPE GOD THINKS LIKE THAT

There is a dog I sometimes take for a walk 
and turn loose in a 
field,

when I can't give her that freedom 
I feel in debt.

I hope God thinks like that and

is keeping track of all 
the bliss He 
owes me.

(Relax! God can handle this poem even if you can’t.)

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Faith, Poetry, Writing

Avian prayers

I do not “fill the
birdbath”. I am “answering
the prayers of a bird.”

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