on the rocks crying out
and testifying, always, to truth
friends,
(wondering what the hell i’m talking about? see: previous post, why i keep coming up wordless)
lately, i think i’m starting to see glimpses of god, the divine, love-at-work, a bending towards goodness in the long arc of the universe. i see it in the fact that humans, even evil humans, are born, grow old, and then die, and how, meanwhile, there’s always a choice.
i keep thinking about this interaction with the wise teacher jesus where “some of the religious leaders in the crowd said to jesus, ‘teacher, order your disciples to stop.’ and he answered, “i tell you, if these [disciples] were silent, the stones would shout out.”
and then i saw this clip—
i keep pondering the truth in this poem by mary oliver, where she says to let your heart break open and never close it again….
Lead
Here is a story
to break your heart.
Are you willing?
This winter
the loons came to our harbor
and died, one by one,
of nothing we could see.
A friend told me
of one on the shore
that lifted its head and opened
the elegant beak and cried out
in the long, sweet savoring of its life
which, if you have heard it,
you know is a sacred thing.,
and for which, if you have not heard it,
you had better hurry to where
they still sing.
And, believe me, tell no one
just where that is.
The next morning
this loon, speckled
and iridescent and with a plan
to fly home
to some hidden lake,
was dead on the shore.
I tell you this
to break your heart,
by which I mean only
that it break open and never close again
to the rest of the world.
-Mary Oliver
what does it mean to lead now, today?
i think this is something true, a lot like a rock, i (we?) can hold onto— coming up wordless doesn’t mean keeping silent.
let your hearts break, friends.
let them open up.
be like the rocks and standby.
peace, be still.
-carissa