at the Abbey,
in the dark,
I would rise to chant with the monks for Vigils at 6 am. The sun took that time to rise. Before we finished our readings back and forth, one side to another and all for God ... I could see the snow falling.
This morning we read Psalm 22:14 and these words shimmered off the page and into my heart:
"I am poured out like water ..."
each word echoing within me
as I readied myself for the journey home.
O yes, my heart is singing
I AM poured out like water!
I AM coming home!
waiting to leave, writing in my journal ...
i am poured out like water from an earthen vessel cracked in all the right places and so many wrong places. Weeping and seeping with turbulent emotions raging like the Pecos River so close. Receiving God's love -- love like living water and so pours forth the love of God into the world. And how can that love pour forth without the cracks? Without each carefully crafted crack the water would lay dormant in its container, stagnant, smelly ... ugliness drifting from within, emerging from the outer edge of consciousness. so I will rejoice in each new crack in the vessel of clay that I am. O God, I am the raging river and you are my shoreline, guiding me, holding me, loving me. I marvel at your presence and your love poured upon my grief. Yes! Yes! Yes! Pour forth your healing grace and love, make your presence known to all who grieve today and every day, to all who are broken, to all who are healing. Pour on! Amen!
A blessing for the Journey Home
May your trails be crooked, winding,
lonesome, dangerous,
leading to the most amazing view.
May your mountains rise
into and above the clouds.
~Edward Abbey
A blessing for the Journey Home
May your trails be crooked, winding,
lonesome, dangerous,
leading to the most amazing view.
May your mountains rise
into and above the clouds.
~Edward Abbey
Vaya
Con Dios!
Go
with God!
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