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.
Monday, April 27, 2020
mother love
Look how the Creator in the form of a mother
or a father can love the created, the child,
even more than themselves…
Could God care for the created more than God
cares for the Sacred self?
Hafiz
See what great love God has lavished on us, that we
should be called children of God! And that is what we are!
I
John
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As I wake on this Sunday morning
Nothing is normal
There is no gathering of my “beloved community” ahead
There no smiles to share
Or hugs to be given
The news is dire
The numbers of deaths accelerating
The economy staggering
The articles, grabbing hold of worst case stories
Are terrifying
And people are afraid… if not for themselves
Than for others
Those who are beloved
Those who are vulnerable
In this time of great uncertainty,
in this time of loss, and grief,
for the losses and grief are real,
in this time when nothing is normal
these words
of all words in the scriptures
echo in my head
BE NOT AFRAID
my soul rebels at those words
for they seem so irrational
like empty piety
what do you mean, be not afraid?
this is frightening!
and I am tired,
and helpless
and yet still they come
those words
“be not afraid”
not because the threat is not real
not because the pain is not real
not because the loss is not, and will not be real
not because we have this under control, and it will just
disappear
but because that which created
that which sustains
that which is woven not only into creation
but into us
into these frail bodies, so vulnerable
that power
is Love
and we are loved
by Love
by our Sacred Mother/Father
even more than they love themselves
in a way we cannot even imagine
and so
even in our helplessness and confusion
even as we struggle with the unreality of this moment
which is so painfully real
let us rest in that love
and let us offer that love
and let us keep loving, no matter what
and above us
let us be not afraid
l
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