what in this day…

what today is heralding the holy?

what is calling out to you in the midst?

right where there are walls, wonderings, hosts of unanswered questions

what is waiting to emerge, be revealed, discovered, glimpsed, gleaned?

wilderness moments are ripe with offerings,

not the wastelands we perceive them to be

fruitful pause before spring

when all is quiet

poignant with promise

gracious unfurling

for Moses it was a burning bush, a voice to waken

the ground was holy

he had to stand on it with both feet

“Think of this, dear reader, for it will lift the sackcloth from your eyes, and you will behold the soft-winged dove descending upon you. The very circumstance, which your suffering sense deems wrathful and afflictive, Love can make an angel entertained unawares. Then thought gently whispers: ‘Come hither!'” Mary Baker Eddy from Science and Health

“Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” Rumi

“All day
on their airy backbones
they toss in the wind,

they bend as though it was natural and godly to bend,
they rise in a stiff sweetness,
in the pure peace of giving
one’s gold away.” from Goldenrod by Mary Oliver

“Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; ands the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.” Psalms 141:2

“there is that is…”

“THERE IS THAT IS

And now, luv:

Be careless a little!

Dawdle somewhat.

Even drift.

There is something waiting

to announce itself.

But how can it appear?

How be heard–

when, without let-up,

stormed like this,

as if heaven’s got

by hammering at it?

None can besiege

what’s given.

Ah, come–

let wonderment in!

Allow for gifts.”

Doris Peel: Selected Poems 1955-1975

“Neither shall they say, Lo here! or, lo there! for, behold, the kingdom of God is within you.” Luke 17:21

“‘The kingdom of heaven suffereth violence, and the
violent take it by force!’ said Jesus. Therefore are
its spiritual gates not captured, nor its golden streets
invaded.

We recognize this kingdom, the reign of harmony
within us, by an unselfish affection or love, for this is the
pledge of divine good and the insignia of heaven.” Mary Baker Eddy, Retrospection and Introspection

with open face…

with open face

open face

open

open

heart

face

hand

wide open

“Here, O my Lord, I’d see Thee face to face;
Here would I touch and handle things unseen;
Here grasp with firmer hand th’ eternal grace,
And all my weariness upon Thee lean.” Horatius Bonar

“We all with open face…beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the spirit of the Lord.” II Corinthians 3:18

uncluttered, unfettered, unshuttered

offering of light

no hidden darkness

or shame

no enclave of regret

just light

unabashed innocence

unsurprised delight

where other than here?

where would i rather be

than here?

for where other than here

can there be all

all that can be sought,

wanted,

hoped for,

than here…

for here

right here

You are. You the I of all I Am.

and would i not rather be

an usher at your door,*

a beholder, a welcomer, a watch

to herald, receive, witness, embrace

all that You call forth,

all that You send?

than any possible other thing?

this is no dormant day

no grasping, bated breath of wondering

whether good will come,

whether my time will come,

when things will be what they were meant to be,

watch,

see,

behold,

usher,

give thanks,

say yes,

open your eyes

the great Giver gives,

you are that giving,

the giving is given

no strings,

never fettered,

intended,

meant,

adored,

received

utter uttering praise

*I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God. Psalms 84:10

“enter into the heart of prayer…”

to be washed, to be clean, to be seen,

to be stripped free, unconstrained,

born new, born again, borne of no time

enter here

this heart of prayer

sanctuary: you and God

resplendent silence

drenched in light

a sea of stillness

you remember

belonging

unadulterated knowing

spaces of certain plenty

innocence

promises that will

never grow old

*”To enter into the heart of prayer, the door of the erring senses must be closed. Lips must be mute and materialism silent, that man may have audience with Spirit, the divine Principle, Love, which destroys all error.”  Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy

“consider the lilies…”

“Consider the lilies…

how they grow;

they toil not,

neither do they spin.” Matthew 6

consider

the lilies:

they grow.

they don’t toil.

they don’t spin.

they grow.

“in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)” e.e. cummings

there’s no rushing grace

no forcing the hand of Love’s flowers

no anxious intake of breath before the petals unfold

just a steady, certain opening of one’s hands

the offering was never in question

inevitable Giver

the whole world reciprocates with gladness

“The lilies grow without toiling or spinning. God clothes them. We can, we do grow from the same Source, and as unconsciously, and it should be as gently, from His dear hand who careth for us.” Mary Baker Eddy

floods of love…

“When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the spirit of the Lord shall lift up a standard against him.” Isaiah

floods of Love.

flooded with the floods of Love…encircled, engulfed, carried in the surging soaring currents of divine Love’s loving–right where the floods of anything else may seem to be, right there…right there…Love’s centre and circumference, centering, sheltering, a showering of promise, praise and peace. divine Mother Love holding each of us so tenderly, rooting and grounding us in strength, clarity, purity, poise, grace.

“Where the floods of trouble flow/ Find Thy perfect, calm reflection.” Edith Brewer

“What if the old dragon should send forth a new flood to drown the Christ-idea? He can neither drown your voice with its roar, nor again sink the world into the deep waters of chaos and old night.”  Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health

“Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.” Song of Solomon

right here. right wherever we are…here…Love knows us, face to face.  deep in  pools of light, bottomless love…there, there, here, flooding out the floods of night.

“More glorious still, as centuries roll,
New regions blest, new powers unfurled,
So Truth reveals the perfect whole,
Its radiance shall o’erflow the world, —

Shall flow to bless but not destroy;
As when the cloudless lamp of day
Pours out its floods of light and joy,
And sweeps the lingering mist away.”

John Bowring

“love is a place…”

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds

e.e. cummings

I’m thinking about the things that try to shut us down before we even get going: the negative whispers, the accusations, assertions of futility. how often we give them blanket access to our mental spaces, accept them as our own, deal with the darkness as if it is part of us.

yet no matter what the onslaught, no matter what the haze of confusion, uncertainty, despair…the steady stream of our lives flows on, flows right past the naysayers, flows into ever newness, flows and flows with the relentless purity of who we are.

no question there are times we feel distracted, tricked, stalled, but even then, integrity trumps lies, and right where the haze has been, our lives shine up before us.

In her book Science and Health, Mary Baker Eddy has a gorgeous passage that talks about the joy that comes with overcoming, seeing through the things that don’t belong to us. She says,  “A louder song, sweeter than has ever before reached high heaven, now rises clearer and nearer to the great heart of Christ; for the accuser is not there, and Love sends forth her primal and everlasting strain.”

the accuser is not there, the assassin is not there…nothing can separate us from the love of God, nothing can separate us from love, from feeling and knowing and understanding our place in Love’s plan, and the crystal clear joy of this, the everlasting certainty of the word yes.

calling forth infinite care…

i received a mother’s day card the other day, and was surprised by how moved i was. it’s a gorgeous card that talks about a mother growing her garden with love and kindness, wearing beauty in her smile, carrying hope in every pocket, even as she teaches us to walk gently upon the earth, patiently planting seeds of love wherever she goes.

my path hasn’t included the literal versions of motherhood, and while it’s felt very right to me, there are times when i have been tempted to feel wistful. but even in those moments, there is a greater awareness of the vastness of what it means to mother and be mothered, and how each one of us has the opportunity and privilege to nurture, advocate, defend, watch over, love, appreciate, celebrate, cherish, embrace, give witness to the people in our lives, and even more broadly to do this with a great, loving, forbearing, and fierce heart for the world.

i have a good friend who has taught me a great deal about this kind of love, love that stands relentless and constant, even in the face of rejection; love that claims its own even while it sets them free; love that holds a light to shine out darkness; love that knows way past knowing that who we are will always be something profound, precious, unique, necessary.

i think about the song by John Legend, “Sometimes I feel like a motherless child…a long way from home” and the primal yearning to feel mothered, cherished, held as the apple of someone’s eye, safe, secure, adored, delighted in, loved. there’s something about this longing that transcends human experience…something that can only be described as a hunger for heaven, for a confirmation of inherent relevance, belonging, an assured connection with all that matters, a deep and certain sense that no matter what our lives have been like, we are holy, sure, undamaged, complete. Mary Baker Eddy puts it this way: “The sharp experiences of belief in the supposititious life of matter, as well as our disappointments and ceaseless woes, turn us like tired children to the arms of divine Love.” She also talks about  the demand for spiritual, practical, Christian healing as “the babe that twines its loving arms about the
neck of omnipotence, and calls forth infinite care from His loving heart.”

i love this image..even the present possibility that each one of us can reach out, respond, wrap our arms around the imminent presence of an all-encompassing Mother Love; that even as we do, we call forth infinite care from a boundless loving heart–that knows us, calls us, and in turn shows us the unspeakable worth and significance of our lives. this turning, this hungering prompts awakening that dispels longing, a self-contained certainty of the sacredness of life, a love borne of the infinite, that cannot be contained, but shines its impartial, borderless presence everywhere.

Jesus gave us extraordinary glimpses of the power of the divine mother Love–the only real and revolutionary power–so simple and fundamental, earthshaking, transforming, inherent, at hand. and yet we chafe at its demands, feel unequal to its possibilities, even while Love compels our longing for it…prompting, insisting, demanding that we discover the true homeland that lies within us, the spiritual oasis of peace and freedom that pours forth unquenchable abundance. the longing is not a message of absence. it is simply a waymark pointing us toward home; tracing the design of Love’s hand within us–the surety that we are all made for glory, all of us awash in Love’s omnipresent light.

Mary Baker Eddy’s poem “Mother’s evening prayer” covers it all.

O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
Thou Love that guards the nestling’s faltering flight!
Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight.

Love is our refuge; only with mine eye
Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:
His habitation high is here, and nigh,
His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.

O make me glad for every scalding tear,
For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain!
Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear
No ill, — since God is good, and loss is gain.

Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;
In that sweet secret of the narrow way,
Seeking and finding, with the angels sing:
“Lo, I am with you alway,” — watch and pray.

No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;
No night drops down upon the troubled breast,
When heaven’s aftersmile earth’s tear-drops gain,
And mother finds her home and heav’nly rest.