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Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
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Elizabeth Browning



Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Whirlwind God

Holy Spirit, you are the mighty way in which everything that is in the heavens, on the earth, and under the  earth, is penetrated with connectedness, is penetrated with relatedness.

                               Hildegard of Bingen

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the darkness fades grudgingly

black to grey

to brown to orange

 

then the fiery orb

peeks through smoke and clouds

angry red

 

as though in protest

 

I know how the sun feels

as look ponders over this orb

so filled with dissension and division

 

it was not designed to be this way

in the warmth of the original blessing

this was a peaceable kingdom

 

where the earth was respected

and the wolf dwelt with the lamb

and humans were not yet obsessed

with power

 

the world wore the Sacred openly

and the Spirit danced between

all living things

binding them together

Eden

earth the delightful abode

 

that world is lost, is now the stuff

of ancient myths and fables

as human creatures stalk the earth

ravenous

 

seeking all they can grasp for themselves

devouring the earth

consuming all

 

until plenty becomes want

and we become starved for compassion, and generosity

our essential selfishness driving us

like an avenging angel from the garden

 

and the Spirit is merely a wisp

ethereal

and the bonds of affection broken

 

as we callously disregard and destroy

the earth and one another

 

as we let the planet burn

and crush the breath out of precious souls

and call those who have given their lives for others

fools and losers

 

Holy Spirit come

blow like a mighty wind

burn hot like fire

 

dance among us once again

draw us out of our essential selfishness

help us see again how precious this earth

how precious that soul, that black, brown, addicted, angry soul

 

help us once again feel the bonds of affection

for one another

 

dance among us one again

Holy Spirit, Creator, Redeemer

Perichoresis

whirlwind God

 

draw us back to you, into the circle of your love

draw us back to one another

 

carry us back to the basileia tou Theou

blow us back

to Eden


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