all is possible

Can the Creator of all lure poetry out of a stone?

Or cause a stirring of Divine Love in a human heart?

All is possible for the Creator of all,

Who loves to manifest the impossible

In endless configurations.

                     Thomas Keating, “Out of a Stone”

                     Quoted in Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditation, 10/19/20

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just how good is God

at creating a new thing?

 

Just how good is Sacred

at drawing forth good out of evil

generosity out of greed

compassion out of apathy

kindness out of hardness?

 

Can that Power in whom we live

and breathe and have our being

 

really create springs in the desert

and make a way straight in the wilderness

that we have created?

 

Can our hearts of stone

really come alive

and beat with the rhythm of divine love?

 

Can a nation careening wildly

down the path of greed and domination

toward moral and spiritual death

turn around

and climb out of the grave

newly alive and ready to realize that black lives matter

LGBTQI+ lives matter

 

newly alive to love

and ready to let justice roll

and equity abound

 

ready to heal the sick

feed the hungry

clothe the naked

and house the homeless?

 

Can God do that?

 

“All is possible for the One who “loves to manifest the impossible”

 

For the Beloved artist of sunrises and sunsets

the Lover of the elk and the deer

the creator of the birds of the air, and the creatures of the sea

 

all is possible for the one

who put all that love and power into a little child

who became incarnate

so that we could see

what love could do with hate

 

who broke the bonds of failure

hopelessness

evil

and death

 

all is possible for the one who stirred this heart

and lifted this life

out of the pit

 

giving my withered soul

more chances than it ever deserved

smothering me with mercies

that are new every morning

 

Ah yes,

All is possible for the One

who can create sacred children out of stones

 

and so as the earth burns

and elections loom

and evil sits in high places

and hate struts “proudly” in the streets

 

I will breath deeply

and wait for God’s new

impossible

resurrection

thing