Wide Grace

TO THE HOLY SPIRIT

O Thou, far off and here, whole and broken

Who in necessity and in bounty wait,

Whose truth is light and dark, mute though spoken,

By thy wide grace show me Thy narrow gate

                                                Wendell Berry

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we do not understand the wild love

of the Sacred

it is beyond us

this whirling, dancing, reality

that draws all into its vortex of Love

the Spirit scatters us a draws us

tears us apart, and means us

it comes in many ways

this Sacred presence

vocal, in the music that move our feet

in the laughter of coyotes

and the song of the birds

silent, in the softly drifting snowflakes

in the sunrise and sunset

it comes in the darkness as we stumble along our way

contained in that darkness

hugging us close

it comes in the light, in the sparkle on the snow

the sunbeam casting its brilliance along the ice

Ah the Spirit whose grace is wide

as wide as all creation

embracing all the earth

all being and non being

all people

all

all

all

spinning us along

tumbling us together

as tumble weeds racing across the sagebrush

captives of the wind

propelled toward that place

where we will come to rest

once more

we cannot comprehend or grasp

this love that is power

this power that is love

which does all things

but above all drives us to that

one place

that narrow gate

where we enter heaven

that gate that is narrow

not because it is difficult

or exclusionary

but because it is

only Love

only with love can we pass

only with Love can we pass

and when our love is not enough

Loves love is