Tears have been shed recently at the death of loved ones I’ve been privileged to shepherd at Pioneer Presbyterian Church.
Yesterday teardrops flowed at news of a dear friend, two years younger, whose body gave way to cancer.
While often called upon to speak of hope found in the resurrection of Jesus Christ, words can’t express all I feel when I pause for a moment to embrace death as part of the larger experience of life.
So as this National Poetry Month comes to an end perhaps this little haiku from Called to be Alive! will simply have to do:
Raindrops on window Dead in Mighty River Heading for the sea
Today on the shore of the Columbia River I am pondering the “what is” in my later life and what is enough
Meditating on this little poem by Wendell Berry In The Peace of Wild Things:
The Arrival
Like a tide it comes in, wave after wave of foliage and fruit, the nurtured and the wild, out of the light to this shore in its extravagance we shape the strenuous outline of enough
Mindful of our call to care for one another and for each of us to do our part as good stewards for the sake of Mother Earth, what steps will I take this year for the health of our planet now and for generations to come?
A poem from Called to be Alive!:
Earth Day
Earth and humanity appear sometimes Like two ships passing in the dark, Both destined for extinction.
Be it an impending shipwreck on an island of plastic Or countless hearts crushed by relentless carbon heal stomps, Most continue to mindlessly sail on suffering waters, Killing fields, swamps, and rain forests, While mountains of earth’s ice melt faster than The ever-expanding sea of cold human hearts.
So, imagine my surprise that night At the Liberty Theatre in downtown Astoria when, By a call to life in honor of Earth Day, Truth and imagination set to music Spirited me beyond visions of loss and destruction To imagine what I can do To stop the death and dying.
If it’s true what I’ve been told about faith— That it’s not first of all for escaping obstacles But for experiencing them all the way through— Then an earnest observance of Earth Day will Set the sail for a new faith journey,
Not for quick fixes but for these lingering, heartfelt questions: What can I do to stop the killing, protect what’s left, and Imagine new ways to live in harmony with Mother Earth?
Questions can serve as answers for the long run On Earth Day and throughout the year. There are things I can do now— Pick up litter in the neighborhood and Bits of debris on the beaches, Buy more local, naturally grown produce, Amp up efforts to use less plastic, Use my voice to vote eco-friendly, Challenge myself and others to love the earth as we are to Love each other, not in words and speech but In truth and action.
Let your Earth Day observance reveal to you this inescapable mutuality: Injustice for Mother Earth means injustice for us all and From the life of Mother Earth comes life for us all.
My intention: I will hear Earth Day’s mandate: “Love Mother Earth as she has loved you,” and I will enter the crisis of climate change and plastic pollution beginning with the simple act of marking the Earth Day on my calendar [April 22]. Then I will jot down the names of one or more people whom I will ask to come forth and join me in a care-for-the-earth service project.
Old Man Giving Blue Earth In The Child Hands – elements of this image furnished by NASA – 3d Rendering
elements of this image furnished by NASA
3d rendering, Europe Africa. Photorealistic globe with lots of details.
(3D terrain and clouds, city lights, reflective oceans…)
Source maps are courtesy of NASA Earth Observatory Blue Marble project, for geographical boundaries
Wednesday is often practice day for our group Strong in Song. Together we rejoice in the marvelous way music unites our one small voice with others in God’s larger song of life. Members from left to right: Gary Streeter, Kelly Stiles, Ron Buss, Jerry O’Neill, and Dena McNeel
In honor of National Poetry Month and the poem from which our group drew its name:
My One Small Voice
Mine is one small voice Strong in Song that stirs the world to dancing
Whether a place of solitude and beauty, isolation, or despair,
Mine is one small voice Strong in the song always there young, old, and ageless
Sounding like a song, reading like the ancient story This, my one small voice
Harmonizing with the source of life, dancing in the oldest form This, my oneness with God
On this day in 1862, President Lincoln signed an act abolishing slavery in the District of Columbia, an important step in the long road toward full emancipation and enfranchisement for African Americans.
This huiku, describing a spectacle out my window that occurred about the same time George Floyd was nabbed and killed on a busy street in Minneapolis, speaks to our nation’s continued struggle with systemic racism as the whole world cries out, “Black Lives Matter!”
Spectacle
Fish out of water In talons of an eagle Protesters cry on
From Called to be Alive! In observance of National Poetry Month
On this Tax Day, as I imagine myself contributing to the health and wellness of my county, the global community, and Mother Earth, I long for elected leaders who will use my tax dollars wisely to that end.
A poem from Called to be Alive!:
Longing
A flock of brown pelicans flew gracefully by my window last night, their gregarious and cooperative ways aglow in the evening sun.
And the sight of the lead bird guiding them all in a peaceful flight over choppy waters left me longing.
Longing for a leader in these troubling times, One who guides with grace and peace, enlisting all in a spirit of wise and loving oneness. Longing for all creation to be a aglow in pursuit of the common good.
Saturdays are often my sabbath because I usually work on Sundays. During the other six days of the week, it’s easy to get caught up in all of my responsibilities. Today I can take some private time to turn my thoughts to God’s song in my heart. I find poetry to be a wonderful way to sing along.
A Sabbath Poem by Wendell Berry in The Peace of Wild Things
I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle.
Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight. What it fears in me leaves me, and the fear of me leaves it. It sings, and I hear its song.
Then what I am afraid of comes. I live for a while in its sight. What I fear in it leaves it, and the fear of it leaves me. It sings, and I hear its song.
After days of labor, mute in my consternations, I hear my song at last, and I sing it. As we sing, the day turns, the trees move.
Today is my sermon writing day. Over the years this task has often felt daunting- Choosing between 1,000 and 1,500 words to preach in response to sacred words found in the Bible.
Writing poetry is helping me in these later years of ministry to value the practice of sharing what’s life-giving with fewer words, realizing the power of a single word or phrase.
I write about this in my book “Called to be Alive!”
By one word, I am sung into being By one word I am awakened and belong By one still quiet voice my heart is stirred dancing And if today I return one word, one song One act of kindness, One will be enough To fill me with joyful purpose.
Heading out to see my cardiologist this morning brings to mind a poem in Called to Be Alive!
Good Heart Tones With stethoscope pressed gently on my chest, I have been told I have good heart tones, even though conduction is flawed, and I flutter with atrial fibrillation.
Thankfully, lifestyle changes under the care of physician can do wonders for my health, if willing to answer the call. Such is my human condition with good heart tones at my core, I still suffer from flawed conduction often out of rhythm with divine, too quick, to react to my shortcomings, and not quick enough to respond to the larger flow of life.
So the Great Physician calls, not with loud hollers of threat and condemnation, but with a still, quiet voice, gently calling me by name, assuring me that I am loved, guiding me daily to live in rhythm with the heart of Life, sending me out again today with good news that does wonders for anyone willing to listen.
