Monday, December 31, 2012

"to be new..."


"...how silently,
how silently,
the wondrous gift
is given..."

- p. brooks


yes,
this is how
the day should feel,

silent,
expectant,
blanketed in the stillness
of hope

the whole world
holding its breath
in anticipation of another
daybreak

this,
for me,
is heaven

to be new,
to be given the gift of
being who I've never
been before

not who I was
earlier today,
not the me of yesterday,
or last year,
or a lifetime ago
when I thought I had it
all figured out

a life I thought
I'd built with
each thought,
decision,
choice
carefully selected
and
placed perfectly
upon the page
of my living
so that the picture
made sense to me
and
was beautiful


but
this is
not about
a carefully
constructed
story


I want to be
surprised by the
next moment

to be new,
innocent,
as fresh and
sweet as the blue light of dawn,

to be
as open
as a child

eager to learn,
discover,
grow...

to be
delighted
by the serendipity
of it all

to live in wonder
with
what is
possible

as
who I am

not who I was,
or who I wanted to be,
or who I thought
I'd earned
the right to
expect next
from myself

I want
to wander into
a village and
discover
that it is enough to
love well,
to be kind,
honest,
gentle,
generous,
new

this is the
gift that
comes
on the soft
breath of
stillness

that waits
in the
silence

that slips between
the snowflakes
and delights
the heart

with 
hope

to
be
new

now...



"...so God imparts,
to human hearts,
the blessing 

of His heaven."


~ ibid.



Thursday, December 27, 2012

"We must bring salvation back..."


"You and I must
make a pact.
We must bring salvation back.
Where there is love,
I'll be there..."

- Gordy/Davis


it's time

time to shift our focus
from measuring
spiritual progress
by human outcomes

to the
unseen
immeasurable
resurrection of
all that
is
enduring,
unchanging,
invisible,
eternal --
the
substance
of Spirit,
within

to refuse the
claim of
separation from
the divine Source
of all good...

for you,
or me,
or mine, or
yours,
or ours,
or theirs
or any
or all

no one sundered from
the divine
no one removed from good,
no one sundered from Love

no exception to
the Allness of
God, 

in all.

all deserving of 
our faith 
in all they do
because 
there is love 
everywhere, 
and where there is 
love, 
He is there. 

so,
let's make a promise
to be gentle with
ourselves on those days 

when the world seems to be 
coming apart at the seams, and
 the ledger
is hovering between the red

and the black,
and the engine light  

comes on just east of Topeka 
in the middle of the night, 
and I 
am alone, and
you are weary, or
one of us is 

silent -- 
wrestling with
self-doubt


on those days
and every day...

let's make it our
pledge to
remember

that 

it's about
salvation


let's vow 
to not forget that it's all about 
salvation

it's about  
salvaging all that 
is redeemable --
our joy,
our innocence,
our wonder,
our trust,
our patience,
our humility,
purity,
honesty,
affection,
hope...


oh yes, 
especially 
our hope...

these are the things that
cannot deteriorate with time,
decrease in value,
drop off a fiscal cliff,
become weary with doubt,
or broken by
fear

let's pray that
we are not distracted by
outcomes that fade,
and that we not 

become puffed 
up with self-importance...

a priestly pride 

in human accomplishments,
achievements,
accumulation,
accretion,
or acclaim


hypnotized
by  
self-determinism
sated
by the false convenience of
that which can be

counted in numbers,
stored in barns, or
possessed by men

rather let us be
transfixed on reaching
that which is infinite
in scope and
eternal in the
heavens

absolutely 

awe-struck by 
the beauty of
salvation...

this is
our pact,
our promise,
our vow

to make
salvation the
crown,
the diadem,
the holy grail

the
most desirable
discovery
demonstration,
unfoldment,
manifestation,
sign,
proof
of all
that really
is

the
perfect
evidence
of His
Love...


man, 
sinless, 
innocent, 
holy, 
and wholly 
His.

the rest 
will 
follow, 

the rest 
will 
follow... 

"The emphatic purpose
of Christian Science
is the healing of
sin..."
~ MB Eddy





Friday, December 21, 2012

"I open every door..."


"Not knowing
when the
dawn will come,
I open
every door."


- E. Dickinson


the
angels come
in dark of night
as much as
light of day

and I am waiting
in the silence
ready as
a child on
Christmas eve

no door is closed
upon their entry

if they comes as tender touch
I will welcome them
with open arms

I will listen with my
fingertips and
ask questions with my
lips

Should they steal through
the door of
this solstice feast --
harvest table piled high with
gifts sweet and savory 


as cook or servant,

I will taste and see
see that the Lord,
He is God...

I will savor each bite
keening for the message of
a grace so tenderly
placed by humble
hands that
paint in
scents and flavors
images too beautiful for
words

I will fling wide the doors of
song and wait to
see notes floating
along a sugar plum path where
satin slippers
dance out
the unmeasured
prayers of
a thousand tears
in arabesques
under a canopy of
breath-taking
beauty

all doors are
open to
the dawning of
a new
nativity

my heart is Your manger
I am
waiting
for shepherd
and kings,
doves
and lambs,
a meek man and
his brave
girl,
a babe and
a star

i will not
sleep
on nights such as
this

when angels
sing,
and cook,
and dance,
and
feed us
with
the breath
of
heaven

that 

sounds like 
an infant's
sigh


"let every
heart
prepare him room..."
~ I. Watts



Tuesday, December 18, 2012

"a little chamber..."


"Let us make
a little chamber,
I pray thee, on the wall;
and let us
set for him there a bed,
and a table,
and a stool,
and a candlestick.

And it shall be,
when he cometh to us,
that he
shall turn in thither."


oh yes, 
that is all
i want
a little chamber

a space of my
own

a place
where I can
rest and
feel safe,
secure,
settled,
sure

a place where
I am welcome

and where no one
will
turn me
away

please dear
Father

just a little
chamber

and I will be
satisfied

oh kate,

my darling girl

I
am 

your place

I am 

where you are
safe
secure,

I am the
home
you have been
seeking,

that place
where you
are never turned away

you are not the
guest,


but the woman
the host 
the one who 
watches for 
My appearing
by the 
door of 
human hopes

so make
Me a chamber in your
heart


make it 
a place
where I am never
turned away

let Me
rest upon your
desires,
abide within your
dreams, 

occupy your 
thoughts...

and

when you wake in the
night
I will be there, 

I am always there

perched
on the
three legs of of my

perfectly 
balanced
little stool --
Truth,
Life,
and Love --

My candle never 

goes out

I am

always
awake,
alert,
inspired,
prepared, 
ready,
willing, 
eager to share
My thoughts
with you

and oh, 

that strong, 
sturdy table
you have
provided for Me,
I have piled it high with
the fruits of
My love for you

the harvest of 

consciousness,
a life laid bare, 

a world of opportunity
 spread before you,
pages open
a feast of Soul
the
milk of
the Word

make your 

heart
a little chamber

I will always 

turn in thither
and
abide


"Let every heart,
prepare Him room,
and heaven and
nature sing..."




Saturday, December 15, 2012

"untouched..."


"The inharmonious and
self-destructive
never touch the harmonious
and self-existent..."
- M.B. Eddy



the perverse, dark, 
and violent,
never touch
the
noble,
the good,
the
trusting and
innocent.

never

groping, 
angry 
hands,
bullets,
gossip,
fire,
hate,
never touch the
hearts,
minds,
or bodies of
the innocent,
the servant,
the Samaritan spirit

so
sweet, strong,
trusting,
and pure


betrayal, 
fear, 
disdain, 
self-hate, 
death
can never penetrate, 
even 
the shell of 
what we seem to be, 
 or 
reach the 
nucleus of who 
we really 
are

i promise


because He 
promises

dear
gentle,
beautiful child,
innocent girl
trusting boy,
man,
mother...

your purity is
an environment 

where violence
cannot 

survive

no matter how
close it seems to come,

or
how graphic the picture 

may seem to
an observer,
you and I know this: 


we walk untouched, 

unsullied, 
unmarked, 
unstained, 
unhurt,
unviolated
by what 
is so 
incompatible 
with our 
childlike
natures

all that reaches 
us,
all that 
touches  our 
lives, 
impels us forward, 
motivates our 
desires, 
defines our futures

is of God, good
kindness, 
love, 
gentleness, 
humility,
affection, 
trust, 
grace -- these 
are the irresistible
impulses, 

and their touch 
lingers through 
eternity because it 
is part 
and parcel  
with our 
own natures

that which is unlike 
who we, 
essentially are,
cannot bond with
all that   
is
fundamentally 
aligned
with our divine 
Source 

murky water does
not take the debris 

it seems to coexist with,
as it evaporates

into its 
native 
elements

it rises
in its purest form,
free from the stories
that would  attempt
to attach themselves
to who we are,
and always
will be.

we will never be
violated,
murdered,
molested,
neglected,
engulfed in sorrow,
maligned,
burned,
hurt,
broken...


never touched
by 
the opposite 
of good

it cannot survive 
in the pure light of 
our innocence

it cannot reach us

it never will

we rise,
and still rise
from the
heat of "battle"

pure as the
sweetest water
untouched
by
being
touched...


"When God went
forth before His people
they passed
through the Red Sea,
untouched..."
- ibid.




Friday, December 14, 2012

"I would have brought rosemary..."


"...and when they
had opened their treasures,
they presented
unto him gifts;
gold, and frankincense,
and myrrh...."



if i'd have been
there
i would have brought
rosemary

or lavender...

something for her

I would have brought
large pots of
warm water
and filled the water
trough with
a drop or two of
myrrh

I would have
let her sleep with
her son in her arms
while the stars sang
and angels
whispered promises
of being
loved
and
understood

I would have bathed her
feet and
washed her hair
plaiting it neatly
so that
he could nurse
while she
rested
without
worry

I would have
gathered
the feathers of doves to
make a pillow for
her head and
asked them
to coo
softly
in the eaves
above her

I would have asked the
sheep for
wool and spun a blanket
for her child,
and another for
them to
carry on their
journey for warmth,

when the
nights were
cold under a cloudless
starlit sky...

and I would have brought
rosemary
because it holds the
scent of
love

modest and
enduring
beyond
the first
blush of
a
thousand
alleluias
and
the treasures
of kings

"Then took they
the body of Jesus,
and wound it in linen clothes
with the spices..."




Sunday, December 9, 2012

"the season of your rising..."


"to everything
there is a season..."



this is
the season of
your rising

the season when
the world
lies sleeping beneath
a blanket of
loamy stillness and
you begin to
stir...

this is the season when
a star calls
your heart to waken from it's
slumber
and give birth to
all that lies within
the manger of
our hopes

this is the child that
does not wait for a royal
nursery,
this is the babe who turns from the lure of
gold, the warmth of
applause
and keens her ear towards the lowing of
cattle and the cooing of doves

this is the infant that sings
beneath a night of cold-sharpened
moments,
and light-pointed stars

the babe who reaches soft hands to
touch the face of
hunger,
sorrow,
fear...

to stroke
a furrowed brow,
to wipe a
tear,
to hold a star,
to place an angel
on the highest branch...

this is the child
who tiptoes beyond the comfort of
an inn and
walks beside the
leper,
the Samaritan,
the widow and the fatherless.

this is the moment
when daffodils shatter the
crusty snow,
a father wakes before
his child cries,
when lullabies are written
before the babe appears,
a lark is heard above the storm,
and a waiting prayer
precedes the call...

this is the season of
her rising




[photo credit: Georgia Griffith and her Papa 

by Amy Redfern Griffith 2012]



Wednesday, December 5, 2012

"by a way that they knew not..."


"I will 
bring them
by a way
that they
knew not..."


Father
this sea
is
vast
and
the
dust is rising
from the
pounding of their
hooves and the
rattling wheels
of golden
chariots

we are
here
because we trusted
Your name

we are sure that
You alone
were the
I AM
he told us
would
deliver
us
from
the
taskmaster's
whip and
the
heavy
chains of
what
enslaves
our
dreams


only You
could
be the fire
impelling
us forward
away from
what is sure,
for
the promise of
freedom in
this company
of strange hopes
where nothing is certain
and we cannot find water to drink

yet here we stand
before a sea
holding us captive

show us the way...
Your way

couldn't
You
please
just
give us
an outline
of what
You have in Mind

oh,
My dear
children,
i have you in Mind
i have your
hand in mine

your heart is the province
of
My living


and it is
here
that I reign
with
absolute
sovereignty

you have never
considered an opinion,
made a decision,
weighed an option --
without me

ask yourselves

why did we
come
this far?

what hunger has
leapt
like
fire
within us?

what 

desire
has
burned like
a torch

before us?

what
ember has 
smoldered
and 
cannot be 
extinquished by
doubt or 
will? 

what has
moved you to
this
barren land,
beyond the walls of reason,
beyond the
shores of security?

it has not been
easy
and yet you are here

why did you
go the ends of the earth


if staying
in an old
space was safer
and promised fleshpots
-- a job,
a meal --
however
flavorless and
unsatisfying

what impelled you
to take the
fist step


beyond the 
streets of plenty,

can you feel
that fire

flickering 
within?

yes...


I am still here
calling you toward Me
urging you
to
step
forward
into
the promise
of
manna,
water,

the wilderness, 
milk, 
honey

i am there,
I AM
there.


I am the I AM 

and
I AM 
 the promised 
land

I will
not leave
you
I will
fulfill my
plan

and
it
is
My plan
not
yours

follow
your heart


-- My kingdom 
within you --
 

and
you will
find Me
this
is
where I
dwell

this is
what you have
been

searching for

this is 
the 
promise
land 


I AM


Sunday, December 2, 2012

"tender Shepherd, tender..."


"Tender shepherd,
tender shepherd,
watching over
all His sheep..."
  
~ C. Leigh

like sheep
we wander
but never far from
sight

we cannot even
find the place where
He is not
aware of our
grazing

back and forth,
back and forth
we we walk our familiar
sameness within the
ruts of outworn
thinking
fearful that the grass is
growing scarce
the earth cloud closer
to choking us in the
dust we stir
by pacing inside the
safety of where we've been

but He loves us,
he tends us,
and with his rod he prods
us from our apathy,
with his staff, he lifts
us up

out of
the entrenched patterns of
our familiar

certainties
and
into
pastures verdant
with
fresh hope and
fertile with
the unexpected 

the promise of a place
we cannot even
imagine from the
resigned posture of our
grazing --
head down,
always searching for the
barely there --
as if we did not
have a Shepherd
who
would
keep
each of
us
from
want

and
lead
us home

to rest
beside
still
waters

"...one 

say your prayers
and two 

close your eyes,
and three 

safe and
happily
fall asleep."
 ~ ibid.

[in case you love the song from Peter Pan...as much as I do...here is a link to "Tender Shepherd."]