Orchid

It’s there,
clearly present.
No doubt about it.
It may be several years
coming, but now
is the time.
 
New growth has
has occurred through the wait,
roots have crawled out
and over the edge
of confinement,
signs of vitality;
yet waiting still
for stems upright.
 
Testing location,
sunshine and shade,
water, nutrients,
humidity, attention.
Hopeful for prime
environs.
 
Impatient with life
we longingly seek the
product:
spectacular,
fragrant beauty,
showy splendor,
believing the product
gives reason to be.
 
Waiting in time,
watching for conditions needful,
accepting as they are,
living expectant in the daily
realm of being,
it has all that is necessary
for reason to be
itself.
 
Persisting over seasons,
now comes the time.
Orchid’s new stem
reaching for the heavens
propped by parakletos,
a strong supportive guide,
buds for blossoms inevitable.
She is ready.
A new time in continuing process,
all in the right time,
all in its time,
all time in Love’s
timing.
 

 

On Becoming Bread

“Be gentle when you touch bread.  Let it not lie uncared for, unwanted.  So often bread is taken for granted.  There is so much beauty in bread—beauty of the sun and soil, beauty of patient toil, winds and rains have caressed it, Christ often blessed it.  Be gentle when you touch bread.”  (unknown, from More-with-Less-Cookbook)

 

“This is our daily experience: we are the dough unceasingly raised up by the yeast of Love.” (Pierre Wolff,  Discernment: The Art of Choosing Well)

 

“The kingdom (the realm) of God is like yeast that a woman took and mixed in with flour until all was leavened.”  (Jesus, Matthew 13:33)

 

“Lord, make me like your bread, your body

         take me

         bless me

         break me

         and pass me around your people.” (unknown)

 

“I am the bread of Life” said Jesus. 

Every culture has developed its form of bread, from wheat, corn, rice or some other grain from the earth, soil, sun, and rain.  For daily bread, is our daily prayer for all the physically, relationally, and spiritually hungry in the world.  From manna in the wilderness, to shared loaves among thousands on the hillside, the communion of our God is found wherever two or more share bread, the Bread of Life.

Become bread, grown in the grace of God.  Let the yeast of Love give fullness, let it rise within.  Let the aroma of the baking fill the senses, warming the heart.  Kneaded, formed, risen, fired; be taken and blessed, broken and shared.  Become bread for living. 

Three Gates Words Must Pass

From the Sufi tradition

In order for words to be let out they must pass successfully through three gates:

-are they true?

-are they necessary?

-are they kind?

Closing the Door

January, 2009

Closing the door-
a last quarter turn of the key,
click, locked.
         24 and one half years
         complete.

 
Walking away-
         emptied desk,
         emptied shelves,
         emptied walls,
         emptied files,
         emptied waste basket,
full boxes, 
full heart.
A final look
         to glimpse fragments left behind.

 
Turning from
         what was
         to what will be.
 
Praying-
silently in empty spaces
holy places
echoes resounding
         prayer and praise,
         music and laughter,
         children and parents and grandparents
         sounds of silence and sounds of life
filled with wisdom, mystery, memory, grace
ever present Spirit
Holy Communion.
 
An ending 
a closing
a treasure packed up and locked
         behind
         yet within
         past but always present
a key for tomorrow.
 
O Divine Mystery,
Thank you for what was.
May an opening begin with this closing.