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.
Sunday, December 22, 2019
be not afraid
Dear God, please reveal to us
your sublime
beauty
that is everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
so that we will never again
feel frightened
my divine love, my love
please let us touch
your face
St. Francis of Assisi
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The angels came
They came to Zechariah
and he was afraid
struck dumb with the enormity of the visit
they came to Mary
and she was afraid
although the moment was pregnant with promise
they came to Joseph
and he was afraid
and perhaps puzzled, and even a little humiliated
this was deep stuff
and did God think he, Joseph was a fool?
they came to shepherds
who must have decided that the last batch of wine
had gone a little bad
and who must had looked incredulously at each other
as the skies shone
“Whoa! Look at
that, dude!”
The angels came
and there was fear
but also hope
be not afraid
be not afraid
be not afraid
for you have God all wrong
all wrong
you can be in awe
you can and should be overwhelmed
you should feel the power and presence
and be driven go beyond who and what you are
propelled into a world new
a life new
a heart new
a mind new
but be not afraid
for this God is love
and if you don’t believe it
soon God will prove it
God will come
not growling and threatening
not in power on the clouds
but crying and
reaching for his mother’s breast
a little gift of love
the sacred wrapped up in ragged cloths
and soon, needing to be changed
and you can touch
God’s face
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