Feast of St Peter and St Paul


I'm a bit pushed today as I am recovering from a nasty and painful abscess under my arm so this is a link to a previous post which was done earlier in the year for the feast of The Chair of St Peter but hopefully has much in it also to cover today's feast of St Peter and St Paul..

and also this one 

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New Vatican News Portal

The key as symbol of St. PeterImage via WikipediaOn the heel of my previous post from James Martin asking  how well is the church using social media this post links to the newly launched and technically impressive state of the art Vatican News Portal  

which also coincides with the feast of St Peter and St Paul and the Pope's 60th anniversary of ordination as a priest.

The portal, to be found here at www.news.va includes the best of the Vatican Radio site,  the latest news from the newspaper, l’Osservatore Romano, from the Pontifical Council for Social Communications, from VIS, the Vatican’s Information Service and from the Misna missionary news agency.

Available initially in English and Italian, the new site uses some of the latest digital technology to offer audio and video streaming, plus high quality images and a twitter feed providing instant news headlines to smart phones and other mobile devices.

The Pope made his first Twitter comment today. 

I am salivating over that i-Pad he is using.






Am I Bouncy or Sticky ?

Fr. James Martin is definitely ahead of the field with this post dated July 4th in America magazine !

 - ah well, he is a Jesuit after all.

He poses some interesting questions such as how bouncy or sticky are Catholic websites to the eyeballs?

This does not refer to some newly discovered law of physics applied to websurfing Catholics  who use the internet frequently, nor is it an urgent health warning ..
Fr Martin explains ...


"This is an industry term for the appeal of a Web site is “sticky.” Visitors (or “eyeballs”) stick to a site if it is interesting, lively, useful, provocative and generally appealing. 

Conversely, the “bounce rate” refers to how frequently initial visitors navigate away from a page to a different site. Sticky is good; bouncy is bad.
 
How bouncy or sticky are Catholic Web sites? More broadly, how well is the church using social and digital media in its mission to spread the Gospel? 

He asks : "Since “the church” can mean many things, let’s narrow the topic down: How well are those who work in church organizations in this country using social and digital media?"



Fr. Martin also has a list of 10 ( is this a magic number ?) here of Do's and Don'ts  for web savvy organisations.
  
Some of Fr Martin's key points that I found of particular interest  involve:
a discussion of the ominous and imperious presence of something called the web magisterium, 
the ubiquitous venom of ad hominem attacks on webs and in comments sections

and the amusingly dainty term "net etiquette".

What I want to know is can the occasional rant  be allowed or tolerated; or should they be limited to ten a month or ten a year ? 

How say you my dear readers?


One of the problems I increasingly feel with blogging is that once said it's like spilled ink and a comment given or received may not always come across the way it was intended and I wonder how much feeding the beast and being on a band wagon of self revelation can be regretted by people.

Even though I am an independent blogger does anyone know what tool you use to find out how bouncy or sticky a blog is or do you have to pay for this ?

I'd be grateful if any techies out there can supply the answer....


The Reith Lectures 2011 Aung San Suu Kyi on Liberty


I've just started listening to this . 


It's wonderful and something very worthwhile  to explore for this week : BBC Radio 4 Link is here













The inspirational Burmese pro-democracy leader, Aung San Suu Kyi, explores what freedom means in the first of the BBC 2011 Reith Lecture series, 'Securing Freedom'.

Reflecting on her own experience under house arrest in Burma, she explores the universal human aspiration to be free and the spirit which drives people to dissent. 

She also comments on the Arab Spring, comparing the event that triggered last December's revolution in Tunisia with the death of a student during a protest in Burma in 1988.

If you can't manage to listen to it live :
The transcripts of Aung San Suu Kyi's Reith Lectures will be available immediately after the first broadcast on Radio 4 on June 28 and July 5.


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Spending Time With God


Gwithian Towans in Cornwall : 
This is one of my favourite places where I go and  spend time with God and it's only a few miles from where I live..



Gathering God

 Gathering God


The poets have scattered you.
A storm ripped through the stammering.
I want to gather you up again
in a vessel that makes you glad.

I wander in the thousand winds

that you are churning,
and bring back everything I find.

The blind man needed you as a cup.

The servant concealed you.
The beggar held you out as I passed.

You see, I am one who likes to look for things.

 
Rilke The Book of Hours I 55


Painting above by Gill Watkiss: Cornish artist


Article below by Ronald Rolheiser taken from here

There are more ways than one in which our belief system can be unbalanced so as to do harm to the God and to the church.

What makes for a healthy, balanced, orthodox faith? The Oxford Dictionary of the Christian Church defines orthodoxy as “right belief as contrasted to heresy.” That’s accurate enough, but we tend to think of this in a very one-sided way.
For most people, heresy is conceived of a going too far, as crossing a dogmatic boundary, as stretching Christian truth further than it may be stretched. Orthodoxy, then, means staying within safe perimeters.
This is true in so far as it goes, but it is a one-sided and reductionist understanding of orthodoxy.
Orthodoxy has a double function: It tells you how far you may go, but it also tells you how far you must go. And it’s the latter part that is often neglected.

Heresies are dangerous, but the danger is two-sided: Faith beliefs that do not respect proper dogmatic boundaries invariably lead to bad religion and to bad moral practice.
Real harm occurs.

Dogmatic boundaries are important. But equally important, we don’t do God, faith, religion, and the church a favor when our beliefs are narrow, bigoted, legalistic, or intolerant. Atheism is invariably a parasite that feeds off bad theism

Anti-religion is often simply a reaction to bad religion and thus narrowness and intolerance are perhaps more of an enemy to religion than is any transgressed dogmatic boundary. 
God, religion, and the churches are, I suspect, more hurt by being associated with the narrowness and intolerance of some believers than they are by any theoretical dogmatic heresy.

Right truth, proper faith, and true fidelity to Jesus Christ demand too that our hearts are open – and wide enough to radiate the universal love and compassion that Jesus incarnated. Purity of dogma alone doesn’t make us disciples of Jesus.

‘The real demands of discipleship’

Suffice it to say that Jesus is clear about this. Anyone who reads the Gospels and misses Jesus’ repeated warnings about legalism, narrowness, and intolerance is reading selectively. 
Granted, Jesus does warn too about staying within the bounds of proper belief (monotheism and all that this implies) and proper morals (the commandments, love of our enemies, forgiveness), but he stresses too that we can miss the real demands of discipleship by not going far enough in letting ourselves be stretched by his teachings.

True orthodoxy asks us to hold a great tension, between real boundaries beyond which you may not go and real borders and frontiers to which you must go. You may not go too far, but you must also go far enough.

And this can be a lonely road. If you carry this tension faithfully, without giving in to either side, you will no doubt find yourself with few allies on either side – that is, too liberal for the conservatives and too conservative for the liberals.

To risk just one example: You see this kind of pained, but more fully Catholic orthodoxy in a person like Raymond Brown, the renowned Biblical scholar, a loyal Roman Catholic thinker who found himself attacked, for opposite reasons, from both sides of the ideological spectrum.
He upset liberals because he stopped before they thought that he should and he upset conservatives because he suggested that proper truth and dogma often stretch us beyond some former comfort zones.

And this tension is an innate, healthy disquiet, something we are meant to live daily in our lives rather than something we can resolve once and for all.

‘A healthy soul’
Indeed, the deep root of this tension lies right within the human soul itself: The human soul, as St. Thomas Aquinas classically put it, has two principles and two functions: The soul is the principle of life, energy, and fire inside of us, even as it is equally the principle of integration, unity, and glue.

The soul keeps us energized and on fire, even as it keeps us from dissipating and falling apart.

A healthy soul, therefore, keeps us within healthy boundaries, to prevent us from disintegrating, even as it keeps us on fire, lest we petrify and become too hardened to fully enter life. 
In that sense, the soul itself is a healthy principle of orthodoxy inside us. It keeps us within real limits even as it pushes us towards new frontiers.

We live always in the face of two opposing dangers: disintegration and petrification. 

To stay healthy we need to know our limits and we also need to know how far we have to stretch ourselves. The conservative instinct warns us about the former. The liberal instinct warns us about the latter. Both instincts are healthy because both dangers are real.

The German poet Goethe once wrote: The dangers of life are many, and safety is one of those dangers. This is true in our personal lives and it’s true in Christian orthodoxy.

There is danger in bad dogma but there is equal danger in not radiating, with sufficient compassion and understanding, God’s universal will for the salvation of all peoples.

Carried To the Table June 28th 2011

I posted this beautiful song as part of my post this year for Holy Thursday and I love it so much  I'm posting it again !

Mass readings for Tuesday are here 




Crucible Time

I'm feeling totally weary today, far beyond the normal for me.

I also have no clear sense of what to say or how to say it either.

I feel I am being challenged to just try and make space  to get some perspective on a few things that are troubling me in the church.


Something I read caught my eye today ; something the Anglican Rev Donald Reeves said:

“Religion is the crucible in which the ‘chosen trauma’ of a community is held.”

That's plenty enough to reflect on for now !

The context of the statement made by Donald Reeves came from this post which differs somewhat from the issues I am grappling with but then again there are some parallels.




A Prayer from Fr Austin Fleming

Often when I need to open my heart and pray I find my friend Fr Austin Fleming at A Concord Pastor Comments has already put into words what I feel ... 

This is his beautiful Monday Morning Offering which he always starts the week with
 and I hope he won't mind me posting it in full  below..


Good morning, good God!

We come this morning with our arms full, Lord,
because today we offer you the Church,
the whole Church,
the beautiful, blessed Body of Christ:
your faithful sons and daughters,
born again in baptism and in the grace of the Holy Spirit...

We offer you the Church, the mystical Body of Christ,
in all its beauty-
but a beauty marred and scarred
by our sin and selfishness,
our carelessness and conceit,
our hunger for power and desire for self-promotion...

You call us to serve one another,
and we make victims of the innocent,
children of adults
and hirelings of our siblings in Christ...

You call us to be pure of mind and heart,
and we sully ourselves and others
for the sake of passion and prestige...

You call us to be channels of your peace,
and we cripple the souls of the young,
betray the faith of elders
and choke the trust of believers...

You call us to be merciful to one another
and we set ourselves up as judges,
handing down verdicts we pray
you would never hand down on us...

You call us to be just in all our doings,
and we fail to be accountable
to you, your Word, your law
and your people...

You call us to be a city set on a hill,
shining for all,
and we grow content with the darkness;
you call us to be yeast
to make the dough rise
but our leaven is old and impotent;
you call us to be servants
to our neighbors
but our selfishness leaves others in need…

You call us to be the Body of Christ,
Corpus Christi,
but we shame you, Lord,
whose Body we are…

Lord, have mercy!
Christ, have mercy!
Lord, have mercy!

Be merciful, O Lord, and spare your people!

Help us turn our hearts to you, Lord,
so that with honesty and humility
we might stand before you as we are,
each of us and all of us together,
to offer you the Church, ourselves,
for help, for healing, for holiness...

Help us turn our hearts to you, Lord,
so that with eyes wide open
to the truth of justice and compassion
we might confess our sins, do penance
and amend our life as Church...

Help us change our hearts
and offer them to you, Lord,
in the crucible of hard times…

Let your Cross be our only hope
as we let go self-righteous ways
and learn to surrender anything
standing in the way of your will and your Word,
your

Let your Holy Spirit counsel us
to offer you the Church
and its history, traditions and customs,
its forms, methods and practices
to be weighed and judged afresh in the light and grace
of your saving, sacred and merciful Heart...

Preserve everything that is right and just, Lord,
and change what needs to be turned around,
turned upside down or inside out
that the Church might be what you call us to be
and nothing more and nothing less than this:
the Body of Christ…

We offer you the Church, Lord,
which is ours only because it is yours
and we are your Body,
the Body of Christ…

We pray you will save us
from harm already done
and help us flourish anew
in your grace and your peace,
in the power of your name,
and for the sake of your Gospel...

We offer you your Church, Lord,
this morning, this day, this week and always,
as we wait in joyful hope until you come again:
for the kingdom, the power and the glory are yours
now and for ever.

Amen.



and I also urge you to read his fine homily for yesterday's Mass on The Body and Blood of Christ from here.

Thank you so much Fr. Austin.............

Nowhere to Lay Your Head Monday Thirteenth Week Ordinary Time 2011


Mass readings for this coming Monday are here

Gospel : Matthew 8 : 18-22

When Jesus saw a crowd around him,
he gave orders to cross to the other shore.


A scribe approached and said to him,
“Teacher, I will follow you wherever you go.”





Jesus answered him, 



“Foxes have dens 













and birds of the sky have nests,







but the Son of Man has nowhere to rest his head.”
 






 Another of his disciples said to him,
“Lord, let me go first and bury my father.”


But Jesus answered him, “Follow me,
and let the dead bury their dead.”


REFLECTIONS

This gospel extract is rich in layers of meaning.

How weary Jesus must have been on several occasions as He went about His ministry and here He is desperately trying to escape the hungry needs and endless expectations of yet another besieging crowd. 

Patently evident in His words here is a longing just to find a place He could go to and nestle down in for a sleep, a warm bed and a feeling of safety; 

a place He could call home: but His home was not on earth, His home was in eternity and maybe , just maybe for a moment I get a sneaky feeling that Jesus might have wanted to go back home.

The over earnest scribe's words  were maybe not that well appreciated at this particular moment.

Yet another excuse of another disciple to delay his committment was met with what could be reasonably taken as a withering and uncaring rebuke. 

“Follow me, and let the dead bury their dead.”
So what could it mean ?

Admittedly it's easier for me on this side of the cross to see that following Jesus leads to eternal life. 

If Jesus was a little miffed and tired at the way things were going it comes as no surprise; If He was exasperated by the usual total incomprehension and misunderstanding of who and what He was really here for perhaps this aside was a subtle way of registering His discontent.
There were so many spiritually dead but physically alive that he had met in his travels so why not let them have time with their counterparts, the physically dead.

The video below shows the magnificent Paul Newman in the part of stage manager in the Our Town by Thornton Wilder. 
If you don't know the story what follows may not make much sense: you'll have to Google it.








(Incidentally this play has a very special place in my heart as I played the part of George Gibbs when I was at secondary school ! It was an all girls school- and yes, I'm really that old!)


 I stumbled on it and somewhere in the hinterlands of meaning it seemed to resonate with this Gospel passage..

Here the stage manager's detached but vaguely regretful view of life's transience seems to parallel the wry words of Jesus 



"Now there are some things we all know, but we don't take 'em out and look at 'em very often. 
We all know that something is eternal and it ain't houses and it aint names, and it ain't earth and it 'ain't even the stars...

Everybody knows in their bones that something is eternal, and that something has to do with human beings. 





All the greatest people ever lived has been telling us that for 5000 years and yet you'd be surprised how people are always loosing hold of it. 

There's something way down deep that's eternal about every human being. 
 You know as well as I do that the dead don't stay interested in us living people for very long. Gradually gradually, they loose hold of the earth... and the ambitions that they had... and the pleasures they had... and the things they suffered... and the people they loved. 

They get weaned away from earth-that's the way I put it,~ weaned away.
They stay here while that earth part of them burns away, just burns itself out and all that time they're just losing interest in Grover's corners.........."



This part is not in the video but comes much later when Emily Webb, who had died in childbirth comes back to life at her twelfth birthday party to exchange views with other townspeople who have also died.

This line comes from Simon Stimson one of the dead characters :



"Yes now you know. Now you know! That's what it was to be alive. To move about in a cloud of ignorance; to go up and down trampling on the feelings of those... of those about you:  to spend and waste time as though you had a million years. 

To be always at the mercy of one self-centered passion, or another. Now you know, that's the happy existence you wanted to go back to. 
Ignorance and blindness."

Maybe that's what Jesus was hinting at .




The Song Of The Beggar
Rainer Maria Rilke


I am always going from door to door,
whether in rain or heat,
and sometimes I will lay my right ear in
the palm of my right hand.

And as I speak my voice seems strange as if
it were alien to me,

for I’m not certain whose voice is crying:
mine or someone else’s.

I cry for a pittance to sustain me.
The poets cry for more.


In the end I conceal my entire face
and cover both my eyes;
there it lies in my hands with all its weight
and looks as if at rest,

so no one may think I had no place where-
upon to lay my head.





There is another interesting explanation here of what might have been meant by “Follow me, and let the dead bury their dead.”


Image of foxhole  from here
Poem The Song of The Beggar was taken from here
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Adjust The Sails



We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails.

"The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit."

Only Jesus has the power to calm the storms...  


From Tuesday of next week's gospel

As Jesus got into a boat, his disciples followed him.
Suddenly a violent storm came up on the sea,
so that the boat was being swamped by waves;
but he was asleep.


They came and woke him, saying,
“Lord, save us! We are perishing!”


He said to them, “Why are you terrified, O you of little faith?”


Then he got up, rebuked the winds and the sea,
and there was great calm.


The men were amazed and said, “What sort of man is this,
whom even the winds and the sea obey?”



The following statement was issued by the bishops of New York State after the New York State Legislature passed a bill June 24 legalizing same-sex “marriage.”

The passage by the Legislature of a bill to alter radically and forever humanity’s historic understanding of marriage leaves us deeply disappointed and troubled.
We strongly uphold the Catholic Church’s clear teaching that we always treat our homosexual brothers and sisters with respect, dignity and love. But we just as strongly affirm that marriage is the joining of one man and one woman in a lifelong, loving union that is open to children, ordered for the good of those children and the spouses themselves. This definition cannot change, though we realize that our beliefs about the nature of marriage will continue to be ridiculed, and that some will even now attempt to enact government sanctions against churches and religious organizations that preach these timeless truths.
We worry that both marriage and the family will be undermined by this tragic presumption of government in passing this legislation that attempts to redefine these cornerstones of civilization.
Our society must regain what it appears to have lost – a true understanding of the meaning and the place of marriage, as revealed by God, grounded in nature, and respected by America’s foundational principles."


Small Can Be Beautiful InThe Art Of Film

For those of us with increasingly short attention spans and anyone interested in improving ways of communication using social media :- it's well worth having a look at this....

This video is the prize winner of the Philips and Director /Producer Ridley Scott Parallel Lines 'Tell It Your Way' global film-making competition launched last summer which had the strapline :

“There are millions of ways to tell a story. There’s only one way to watch one.”

Entrants were given freedom of expression and could take up any theme they wanted but they had to tell a story in film in no more than three minutes and with a limit of the same six lines of 'dialogue'



                All the films can be seen here

Streetwalking With Jesus

A man dies and appears before St. Peter at the pearly gates of heaven. 

 St. Peter looks at the fellow and says, “Before I can let you in, I need you to roll up your sleeves.” 

The man is puzzled but does as he is asked.

 St. Peter examines the man’s arms and asks, “Where are your scars?”  

Still confused, the man answers, “I don't have any scars.” 

With tears in his eyes, St. Peter asks him, “Was nothing worth fighting for?”


Taken from Streetwalking With Jesus by Deacon John Green reviewed here

 and recorded in the summer of 2010, this video offers a powerful and moving glimpse

into the lives of some of the people the Emmaus outreach ministry deal with in 

Chicago and the fantastic work that they do.


Nativity of Saint John the Baptist 2011


Mass readings for today are here

My reflection from last year can be read here and another of my reflections on John the Baptist here
This is quite a lengthy piece from

Ruachministries on John The Baptist but

there are some wonderful parts for 

reflection and encouragement.




The Infant St. John the Baptist', 
by Spinello Aretino.

John The Baptist make me acutely aware of the consequences of what it means to hand over the reins of my life to God....

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Against Such There Is No Law : Fruits of the Spirit




Against Such There Is No Law

Love is not against the law
Although in judicial circles
It is not encouraged

But where the Spirit of the Lord falls
Love is between us like oil on bearings


Joy is not forbidden
But wherever it breaks out
It is fragile
Like a bubble
In a pine forest

But where the Spirit of the Lord rests
Joy beats like a dancing drum in the middle of us
Calling us to dance


Peace is never prohibited
But like a dove above a shooting range
Its flight is fraught with danger

But where the Spirit of the Lord lives
The boundaries we keep are soft
And we are learning how
To forgive


Patience is permitted in most places
But only if you use it quickly

But where the Spirit of the Lord lingers
Patience is like the summer sun
Drawing out the sugars in the ripening fruit
Sweetening the harvest


Kindness is condoned even in the most unlikely places
But it will win you few contracts
And is not conducive to
Promotion

But where the Spirit of the Lord comes close
Kindness kind of follows after


Goodness will not result in a jail sentence
But neither will it pay its way
In the global village superstore

But when the Spirit of the Lord smiles
Goodness becomes the common currency

Gentleness is no crime
And in many places it is a clinical necessity
But it is easily overlooked
In the shadow of another conquest

But where the Spirit of the Lord draws near
Then hands all rough from hard works
Become softened to hold
And to heal


Faithfulness is never a traitor
Yet we live like weathervanes
Spun by the seasons
To face the prevailing winds

But when the Spirit of the Lord moves
Promises no longer require the threat
Of legal recourse
Self control is thundered from the pulpit
But just in case the message falls on deaf ears
We deploy the secret pew police
Rule books at the ready
Swinging their
Truncheons of truth
To crunch the knuckles
Of the apostate
But when the Spirit of the Lord comes amongst us
There is a perfect law called…
Freedom



With kind permission from Chris over at A Fragile Tent  for a wonderful and timely poem and the image of the fruits of the spirit

Pilgrim's Progress

In John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress, a man called Christian, weary of life in the aptly named City of Destruction, leaves behind his family and friends and sets out towards the Celestial city. ( Can we all recognise ourselves here?)



He has a major handicap in his travelling, and that is the huge amount of baggage which he carries on his shoulders. It is uncomfortable and restricts his movements, and Christian longs to be free of this burden.


The road he has to take is walled in on both sides. The wall is called Salvation. The burdened Christian could only run up this road with great difficulty because of the load he carried. Eventually he gets to a hill, where stands on the top a cross. At the bottom of the hill lies an empty tomb.


Bunyan writes ‘I saw in my dream, that just as Christian drew level with the cross, so the burden broke free from his shoulders, and fell off his back. It tumbled down the hill until it came to the mouth of the tomb. There it fell in, and I never saw it again.’


As Christian stood with tears running down his cheeks, three angels arrived to announce ‘Your sins have been forgiven’


When the angels left him, Christian began to sing
‘So far did I come loaded up with sin;
Nor could anything ease the grief that I was in,
Till I came here: what a place is this!

Must here be the beginning for my bliss?
Must here the chains that tied it to me crack?

Blessed cross, blessed tomb, blessed rather be
The man who here was put to shame for me.’


and more bluntly put , the moral of the story is.....

and it will have to be Frederick Buechner again ; this time on the motives behind our journey, and why carrying anger or resentment against those who are our enemies are really not worth it.....

"To journey for the sake of saving our own lives is little by little to cease to live in any sense that really matters, even to ourselves, because it is only by journeying for the world's sake - even when the world bores and sickens and scares you half to death - that little by little we start to come alive."

"Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back--in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you." 

Now for a cheeky little video packed with meaning for those who have eyes to see and ears to hear : - Kris Kristofferson with the song Pilgrim's Progress................as James Alison says perhaps "We are at a stage in our evolution in the church when "we are groaning with the pangs of a new creation" and yes, it's painful.


Getting Polished

If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?

Rumi

Kindness
Naomi Shihab Nye

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.

What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.

How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.

You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. 
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
     purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.


from The Words Under the Words: Selected Poems


Forgiveness

Forgiveness is the wind-blown bud
which blooms in placid beauty at Verdun.

Forgiveness is the tiny slate-gray sparrow
which has built its nest of twigs and string
among the shards of glass upon
the wall of shame.

Forgiveness is the child who
laughs in merry ecstasy
beneath the toothed fence that
closes in Da Nang.

Forgiveness is the fragrance of the violet
which still clings fast to the
heel that crushed it.

Forgiveness is the broken dream
which hides itself within the corner of the mind
oft called forgetfulness so that
it will not bring pain to the dreamer.

Forgiveness is the reed
which stands up straight and green
when nature's mighty rampage halts, full spent.

Forgiveness is a God who will not leave us
after all we've done.


by George Roemisch