I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, February 22, 2019
May I hear the laughter of God
Like the joy of the
sea coming home to shore,
May the relief of
laughter rinse through your soul.
As the wind loves to
call things to dance,
May your gravity by
lightened by grace.
Like the dignity of
moonlight restoring the earth,
May your thoughts
incline with reverence and respect.
As water takes
whatever shape it is in,
So free may you be
about who you become.
As silence smiles on
the other side of what's said,
May your sense of
irony bring perspective.
As time remains free
of all that it frames,
May your mind stay
clear of all it names.
May your prayer of
listening deepen enough
to hear in the
depths the laughter of god.”
― John O'Donohue, To
Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings
______________________________
I am *%$#ing out
of balance
Maybe its Trump
Or aging
Or being
surprised by people misinterpreting me
Whom I thought
knew me
Maybe it is
injustice
Or inequity
Or border walls
Or lying
Presidents
Or States of
Emergency
It could be a lot
of things
But this I know
I am out of
balance
Up is down
Down is up
Good is evil
Evil is good
Shit!
But then
There are those
beatitudes
Which suggest
this is the way it is
“Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God.
Blessed are you who hunger now, for you will be satisfied.
Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh.
Blessed are you when people hate you, when they exclude you and
insult you and reject your name as evil,
because of the Son of Man.
“Rejoice in that
day and leap for joy, because great is your reward in heaven. For that is how
their ancestors treated the prophets.
“But woe to you who are rich, for you have already received your
comfort.
Woe to you who are well fed now, for you will go hungry.
Woe to
you who laugh now, for you will mourn
and weep.
Woe
to you when everyone speaks well of you,
for that is how their ancestors treated the false prophets.
Oh
I get it
All this external stuff
Is external stuff
What matters is the Sacred
What matters is Presence
What matters is how I respond
How I live
How I love
May I breathe deep
May I seek the depths
May I feel the presence
May I hear the laughter of God
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