In the world of Nature’s weaving
Words and plants reveal their meaning
Through a way beyond perceiving
Life as only surface truth.
Let your eye be single, Jesus urged,
See behind Earth’s many things;
In the place of all you long to own
Choose the sight awareness brings.
O golden doors now open wide
Revealing myst’ry’s grace,
The grace beyond the imaged word;
Beyond all time and space.
If you want to be happy
Let go and trust God
Finding pleasure in sharing wealth.
The dough is rising,
The frond unfurling,
The people’s hope is growing
For justice everywhere.
To God the process, God the life,
To God compassion’s spring,
To God the boundless way of love,
To God in everything.
You are the Process, God,
The movement without end.
You are the Rhythm God,
The dance of loving friends.
Beyond the boxes we create,
Beyond each image we can spawn
The process river flows along
To sweep aside the now outworn.
This, my song, a skeptic’s hymn,
ode to mystery within,
Sung to you no one can prove,
dwelling there, as real as love.
A “meditation card” by artist Jim Garrison
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From the silence God created
Matter, movement, depth and height,
All the opposites evolving,
Spreading darkness, gifting light.
My first experience of the art form methodology was as a participant in the Parish Leadership Colloquy. It was a course designed for clergy by the Ecumenical Institute of Chicago. We gathered for lunch on the second day of the four day event. At the end of each meal the leadership always led us in a conversation. The focus for this conversation was a print of a famous painting by Pablo Picasso—Guernica.
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All night I lay on my bed
I sought him whom my soul loves.
I sought him but did not find him.
In creating space for each other
We enhance our personal space
And spread a God-like grace.
Recalling all our ancient hurts
We bind their wounds with love.
We bring our enemies to mind
And bind their wounds with love.
We the many all belong
To life’s ever-changing song.
We are part of life’s great ocean
Finding rest within its motion.
At each journey’s ending point
There exists forgiveness space
Which invites us to recall
Love’s transforming power and grace.
Watch mountain shadows run
Allelujia! Amen!
Clouds gilded by the sun
Allelujia! Amen!
Hear tumbling water sing
Birds calling on the wing
