THOUGHTS FOR REFLECTION
PRAYERS
HYMNS
Is love a grand illusion? (BL)
When we feel all weighed down with guilt. (BL)
At each journey’s ending point. (BL)
All will be well.
http://www.methodist.org.nz/resources/hymns/the_mystery_telling
No one takes my life away.
http://www.methodist.org.nz/resources/hymns/the_mystery_telling
How many times must I forgive? (STS2)
Through the love of God our Father. (STS2)
If my heart grows icy cold. (STS2)
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REFRAIN
In the letting go. (BL)
POEMS / REFLECTIONS
SEPARATION
Now that memories occupy
the place
where people
so recently lived
and the house
stands
silently inactive
my mind is full
of failure and remorse,
rejection and grieving
at the parting
and breaking
of relationships and
of familiar
patterns
of peace and anxiety,
despair and hope –
patterns
which sometimes
enabled
and sometimes
irritated
but all of which
constituted
that familiar world of belonging
without which
I am
desolate.
Yet
in the tear-drenched solitude
I find a unity
with the living and the dead,
and reaching out
touch the hands
of the One
who grieves
for me
even more
than I grieve
for myself,
the crucified One
who holds together
all that is.
PARKED MEMORIES
As if to reincarnate
youth
I returned
to that park
where
the crush of memories
almost immobilized
and allowed
my mind
to fondle
every tree
gazed at in wonder,
sheltered beneath with
thankfulness
and lain under in ecstacy.
Here I had watched
young lovers
and been watched by joy’s
vicarious
prospectors.
Here, miraculously,
love’s delight
expanded
to fill eternity.
But soon
and for long after,
remembered heaven
was immersed in brokenness
of unfulfilled love
and the trees
with sadness
looked down
on the place
where romance
died.
Now,
through the alchemy
of forgiveness
and the medication of time
those dazzling memories
evoke hope
of transformed futures
illuminated
by new visions
of God’s
costly
embodied
love.
BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES
Once I was uncertain
what to do
with memories
of beautiful love.
I tried to keep them
in the past
but they were timeless
and kept rushing
into my present.
Now I have given up
attempting to exorcise them.
Instead I celebrate
and make them part
of the ageless now
that is the presence
of God.
MISTAKE?
Someone
must have made
a mistake
when they made
my heart
for it is
too easily broken
and this time
I cannot find
all the pieces –
so it will never be
the same shape
again.
WE HAVE CLIMBED THE SAME MOUNTAIN
We have climbed the same mountain,
touched the same tree,
followed the same river,
danced the same dance,
sung the same song,
shared the same agonies
and the same ecstasies.
Each of us will always carry
something of the other
in our own heart
for we are part
of each other.
IN A PERFECT WORLD.
In a perfect world
Things would always get better
Instead of worse –
We would all let go of
Past animosities,
Past hurts,
Past failures
And move on.
Sadly, that is not the way of the world.
Some are never willing to forgive
Burying their hatred
And letting it eat away at
Their bodies and spirits.
Some will not allow themselves
To change gears
From romance
Or animosity
To friendship.
Some, for better or for worse,
Have just moved to a different
Geographical, psychological or spiritual space
And the connectedness withers.
O God help me to let people walk the path of their own choosing.
Then, instead of dwelling in the illusory world of my own longing,
I will seek to nurture all that you graciously
Present to me
In this pregnant, present moment.
THE TREE MAY HAVE TOPPLED
The tree may have toppled
But the stump remains
As mute evidence
Of family history’s
Existence
And that stump shall
Persist
As long as
Genetic identity
And the oneness of life
Is honored.
FOCUS FOR ACTION
LOGO NOTE: At the heart of the mystery all the separate boxes disappear and all is one, all is love.
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