Recently, I've had the gift of giving a fair amount of ministry on First Days. This seems to be a new chapter in my spiritual life - I don't assume it is going to last, but I am enjoying it (mostly). The ministries often combine prose, poetry and singing. At the request of several friends I've started recording them into poetry-format (not the same as what is actually coming out), and thought I would post some of them here.... among other musings.
I know little about truth
and am only just learning of love
But in the early morning,
it comes to me, while seeking:
there is a great lightness
that Arcs across the Heavens
buries itself into stones
and sparkles in the drops
flying from fishes leaping
in and out of the Great Waters.
This lightness, she comes like a child
laughing and dancing
play now, here, with me.
a tease, a nymph -
catch me if you can.
a gentleness, a mothers soft touch:
I will never leave you.
the itchy crackling voice of the old woman:
put the kettle on, fetch me yarn, sit, stay,
while I weave you into this ancient tapestry
of family, history, stories familiar, stories untold.
the voice (i almost missed it) that says:
fear not
you need not be ashamed.
Fierce compassion;
extreme love:
You porous creatures,
Lay down your shield
Lay down your sword
By the riverside
where the lightness
baptises the waters.
Between this world
and whatever comes after
this lightness curls and travels around us
an unending connecting thread.
This mystery:
that in our heavy finite-ness
the thingness we can never be rid of
until it is too soon, too soon
there is this connection:
this strange lightness.
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