Monday, December 31, 2012

Releasing and Receiving in Time


Jesus made it clear to the young man who wanted eternal life to come to come to him as a matter of course, like so much of the rest of his life had, that emptiness – openess – is a prerequisite to receiving. Both Jesus and the young went away sad because his hands were so full of so many wonderful things that he had no capacity for the answer to his question.

As we come to the turn of the year, this story makes me wonder what my hands hold that limit my ability to receive the new coming?

There are all kinds of things this past year has brought that I find myself still holding onto. Some were damaging when they first came – and continue to be so. I know that the longer I hang on to them, the greater the damage will be. But I have kind of gotten used to them – have even adjusted how I think and live to make room for them. I bring them out every now and then, reliving the hurt and the disappointment all over again. They will gladly travel with me into the new year – but will undoubtedly limit my capacity for the new just as surely as they have done already.

The only way to receive, is to release. So, I must forgive – those who have hurt me, intentionally or not. They shall not have control over my capacity for wonder for one more moment. Release is more important than payback. Release prepares me for the new. Payback dooms me to repeat the old.

As it turns out, I must also release myself. In sorting through the contents of my hands, I find all kinds of coulda, shoulda, wouldas. They circle in an endless spiral of regret, the fuel of disabling shame – and they have to go! I must not allow what might have been to limit what might still be!

Of course, tt is not just painful things I have to release. Like that young man, my hands are full of some pretty wonderful things. They were meant for the moment – meant to pass through, to be used – but I have managed to hang on to them, making them the measure of wonder going forward. But now I find my hands full with yesterday’s wonder – and without capacity for tomorrow’s! Best to enjoy each moment. Then let it go – with thanksgiving and sacrifice.

Release makes way for receiving. It is the only thing that does. No better time than now.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Keeping Watch at Night



It had been a
     long
          dark
               night
    
Generations    
     in the deep
     dark silence

Not a word
     not a song
     not a glimmer
     of light in
     the east or
     anywhere else

And there
     they were.
     just doing what
          was expected
     keeping watch
          at night.

In a moment
     the silent darkness
     simply ended
          the sky itself
          erupting
               with wonder
               with good news
               of a great joy!

     New song
     flooding out
          from silence
     Light shattering
          the deep dark

And to whom
     was unexpected song sung
     did longed for light come?

     To those
     keeping watch
     at night
          as expected.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Waiting in the Dark



 We sit
     still
     waiting
          in the gathering
          growing
          darkening
     dark

Images of
     horror
     slide seamlessly
     in and around
     a mosaic of
          tragedy
     faces
          shaded with
          the textures of
          humanity
          joined now
          by stark
          white

Hope stretched
     gossamer
     pulled
          distorted
          thinned
     by loss
     upon heart breaking
loss

     not lost through
misplacement
          waylayment
          delayment
     but taken
          wrestled away
          stolen
     all but
               gone.
         
We sit
     still
     longing
     waiting
          for dawn
     Willing
          a single
          candle’s
               light.
     

Sunday, December 9, 2012

No Room


The bathrobed inn-keeper’s voice
     breaks with
     age or
     awareness
          “There is no room
               at this inn.”

     As they turn
     wearied
     and make their way    
     off-stage
          he, watching them go,
          remembers
               and calling says
          “You can use the stable
               if you want.”

     They want.

          And there in the
          splendor of an empty
          stable, their son is born.

History corrects –
     no inns
     no innkeeper
          They were staying
          in an ancestral home
          crowded, perhaps, by
          taxpayers, like them.

But still
     no room
     no place
          for their son
          to be born.

Except a deserted
     back cave seasonally    
     used by the animals.

Not much different
     these days.
          still crowded out
          still no room
               in.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Are We There Yet? (Advent One)


 The voice comes floating
     from the back seat
     of my mind.

Maybe the deep pull
     of the there
Maybe the impatience
     with the getting

Still the voice
heard once
     heard hundreds
     of times

More than the
     longing for
     arrival
          is the desire
          to be…
               there.
               There.

But…
     not now.
not yet.

Still miles to go
     before
     there.
     There.

It will not come
     sooner for the
     longing

Best enjoy the
     getting there
     while we can
     while we must
    
It alone
     prepares us
     for the being
     there.
     There.