THEME Pilgrimage Beyond Fragmentation. Discovery of Identity
THOUGHTS FOR REFLECTION
PRAYERS
with that gentleness from which springs strength,
that silence from which springs wisdom,
that chaos from which springs creativity,
that openness from which springs love,
those wounds from which spring our sense of justice
and that depth of being from which springs wholeness.
of our wounded spirits but who never imposes wholeness upon us,
help us to be co-workers with you in the process
of creating a better world for human beings
and for all the other expressions of your life force on this planet.
that my anger may be focused on the support of just causes
rather than being an expression of inner turmoil.
HYMNS
Let your eye be single. (BL)
The darkness and the light. (BL)
Amid the many thoughts. (BL)
May the sap flow in our hearts. (BL)
I am greater than my thinking. (BL)
God wake us from illusion. (BL)
An awakening is beginning. (BL)
Knock, knock, knock. (BL)
Thank you, thank you, thank you God. (BL)
Let opposites all share. (BL)
We are always part of the other. (BL)
We are one with the creatures. (BL)
We are children of the Cosmos. (BL)
I will walk the circle of the Earth. (BL)
All life’s many cycles. (BL)
The world within. (BL)
We the many all belong. (BL)
Within the shadows of our thinking. (BL)
Sowing limits what we harvest. (BL)
When we discern Earth’s fractured face. (BL)
When the world reveals a fractured face. (BL)
You are the process God. (BL)
When we have moved. (BL)
If passion urges us. (BL)
No-one can share my inner space. (BL)
As wind that dances. (BL)
The meek shall inherit the Earth. (BL)
O help us most loving and life-giving God.
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I will talk to my heart in the stillness.
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The right time has come.
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No outcasts were condemned by Christ.
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God is found in all of life.
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Throughout this land.
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Within the manger of our mind.
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O God how can there be one world?
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The Way of God.
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When love flies on the wings of sacrifice
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What does our God require of us?
http://www.methodist.org.nz/resources/hymns/the_mystery_telling
Between our thoughts.
http://www.methodist.org.nz/resources/hymns/the_mystery_telling
Christ the tent.
http://www.methodist.org.nz/resources/hymns/the_mystery_telling
We are sisters of the earth.
http://www.methodist.org.nz/resources/hymns/the_mystery_telling
Choose life.
http://www.methodist.org.nz/resources/hymns/the_mystery_telling
Glory to you O God. (SE/MU)
The way of Life. (STS1)
Enter the stillness. (STS1)
Luke the physician. (STS1)
When the temple veil is torn in two. (STS1)
God is beyond all words. (STS1)
Which place can we call home? (STS2)
God now calls us each to seek. (STS2)
That of God within us all. (STS2)
Each family in its heart. (STS2)
Singing the Sacred Vol 1 2011, Vol 2 2014 World Library Publications
POEMS / REFLECTIONS
BEHIND THE MANY FRAGMENTS
Behind the many fragments there is one.
I touch the fragments and feel one.
I look at the fragments and see one.
I play with the fragments and delight in one.
I love the fragments and I am one.
IN THE TWILIGHT OF IMAGES
In the twilight of images
there is grief, aloneness and emptiness.
But the presence does not die
only the explanation,
the articulation,
the limitation.
It is like music without written notes,
so we listen to the inner sound
without the distraction of the visual,
yet hear the rhythm of the Cosmic God in all we see.
HEALING THE HURTS
From the space of security we allow the mind to symbolically unravel our past rejections and hurts and bathing them all in the cleansing and healing waters of divinity leave behind any desire for revenge or the need to receive an abject apology. We will begin to see even within these psychologically destructive experiences glimpses of divinity, for divinity is such that it is never totally obscured even in the most dreadful circumstances. All we need to do is to let go and move further into the mystery, for the mystery’s heart is love and its compassion gifts us an awareness of the other’s pain, an awareness which facilitates forgiveness.
LIFE IS MORE
Life is more than the cold touch of the alienated heart,
Life is more than the darkness of the moralist’s mind,
Life is more than the torn tissue of a dying cross,
Life is the raging warmth of the unfettered way
That reason alone can never find.
TO GROW
To grow is to seek
Serenity when anxiety seems to rule,
Awareness when distortions appear to prevail,
Wholeness when dislocations abound
And altruism when self-centeredness appears
To be the order of the day.
MODEL FOR PERSONAL LIBERATION
Jesus and the Samarian Woman (John 4:5-42)
THE STRUGGLE AND THE FLOW
How easy it is to over-simplify the character of other human beings and of oneself.
Was not Beethoven the archetypal wild storm
and Hildegard of Bingen the woman of ‘flowing’.
Yet there is also a peaceful flowing within much of Beethoven’s music
and wild storm in the relation-ship between Hildegard
and the male hierarchy of the Church of her day.
Within each of us there is both the struggle and the flow,
the wild storm and the gentle passage of still waters.
REFLECTIONS ON INCLUSIVENESS
Inclusiveness is not simply an intellectual awareness but the wisdom that comes through experiencing the depths of both grief and ecstasy in which all divisions melt and we become one with the earth and sky, the rivers and the sea, the creatures and the plants and all humankind for the spark of divinity in each of these is the same spark that is in every human being and the drop of blood and the tongue of fire
are one and the same in the wholeness of divinity.
IF REALITY
If reality is simple
Then inflexible morality,
Inflexible worship,
Inflexible ideology and social mores
Will heal us.
But if reality is complex
They will dismember and disembowel us.
A MANY SPLENDOURED FABRIC
Life is like
a series of
woven panels ‑
sometimes
it is icy blue at the centre
with warmth restricted to the edges:
at other times
its core is fire
edged with coldness
of inadequate relationships ‑
but seen from a distance
all the reds and blues merge
to produce a purple of noble intensity.
Give me O God your perspective
that both my fire and my pain
may be gathered up
into the encompassing fabric
of your many splendored love.
INCOMPLETENESS
If my heart dances and my body remains still
how incomplete I am.
If my mind goes on pilgrimage
and leaves my body behind
how incomplete I am.
If the masculine in me fights with the feminine
and they never intertwine in love
how incomplete I am.
If my present seeks to deny my history
how incomplete I am.
If I attempt to divide people up into
the wise and the foolish,
the good and the bad,
how incomplete I am.
If I imprison my faith in changeless dogma
or inflexible liturgy
how incomplete I am.
If I do not allow my inner and outer worlds
to nurture each other
how incomplete I am.
If in my incompleteness I have no vision of wholeness
what a captive of incompleteness I am.
Yet within my incompleteness there is a completeness ‑
a spark of divinity, a seed of resurrection,
a rainbow of glory
and that shall be my point of peace,
beauty, love and transformation.
MOISTURE
The peace of the still lake and the fury of the stormy sea,
The destructive flood and the life giving rain
Are all part of the waters of the earth.
The tears of joy and the tears of grief
Are all part of the waters of the earth
And all of the waters of the earth are part of
The moisture of God.
WHICH ME ?
“Which me should I be, O God?”
And God replied
“There is only one me that you should be
And that is the self that lies beyond
Its many fragmentations and distortions.
But as yet you are not fully you,
You are an incomplete whole,
The seed of what you could become.
Do not fret as to which path to wholeness
You should choose.
Simply rest in my both/and
Which lies behind and within
All either/or’s
This way is the way of embodied discernment,
The local and global connectedness
Which enables you to cease worrying
Who you are
And instead allows you to delight
In losing yourself
In the intoxication of love for all things,
An intoxication which enables you
To be the vintage version of yourself,
The version that most resembles
MYSELF.”
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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