|
It is never too late to turn around,
turn around, and head back toward home.
In God’s time, it is always dawn,
and when the night falls, and darkness comes,
let it clothe you, and hold you close,
in its mysterious and wondrous embrace.
There is no shame in being wounded
in this life, and wounds exposed to air—
or spoken aloud and named-- will have
the chance to heal, and be transformed at last.
God can only make us well again
if we release ourselves to the Spirit’s flow.
Voices call to us constantly to let
the Spirit move deep within us, and
transform the core of these hardened hearts.
But if we remain mired forever in the bleak pit
of ego and oppression, don’t be surprised
when the Spirit packs up its bags
and goes on home to heaven once again.
O Gracious God, Mother of Infinite Patience,
even with us, your most stubborn and recalcitrant
children, do not turn your back upon us.
Your call remains, true and clear, even amidst
the tumult and discord and meaningless noise
of our day. We struggle to listen, and can it be
that so powerful is whisper of your love that it
is reaching even these blocked and obstinate ears,
transforming the face of these harsh and earthly years?
jbs
2/12/04 - 5/30/04
|