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Saturday, March 2, 2019

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

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