For the raindrop, joy is entering the river
Ghalib
Yes, it could be that I am a tiny piece of God, and
each of you too, or at least
of his intention and his hope.
Mary
Oliver
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in the dreariness of this season
where long dark nights
and dark thoughts
where fragmentation and enmity
are not overcome by the forced
joy of the season
and when the world’s slow slide into
domination and violence
is preeminent,
and the malevolent forces that seem to
rise out of our fear and longing
seem like that “rough beast, its hour come round at
last,”
which “Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born…”
in this time when the “center cannot hold” (Yeats)
we must go to the center
we must be the drop entering the river
finding in a journey deep within
that we are a part of a holy whole,
that we are a tiny piece of God
an incarnation
among incarnations
creation may be the first incarnation of Love
and Jesus too
but we, we are the ongoing incarnation
the hands and feet of God
living good news
speaking good news
being good news
love unmuted
the love of our ever speaking God
light shining in the darkness
a reminder of God’s intention
and original blessing
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