There are days
many days in fact
that I cannot bear to look down
even if looking down
will help me to not fall down
on the ice or in the crack in the sidewalk.
I walk in town
and on the trails
for blue sky
and starry nights
above and beyond
the step by step
in front of me
I will not
knowing full well
that everything else
is pulling me down
there is that
This morning I received a prayer from a friend who invites folks to take and re-mix what he has to offer into something new. Maybe Kyle believes there is nothing new under the sun. Or maybe that everything and everyone is being invited to be made new. Here is a bit of Kyle Oliver from Creative Common Prayer and where it took me.
“In praise of the grace that makes all things new,
we offer ourselves to your shaping
to be muddied and befuddled and delighted and beloved.
In the name of your Beloved, who is With Us. Amen.”
Muddied and befuddled and delighted and beloved
Blessed and broken
Given and delivered to breathe on our own
We arrive wide-eyed
At what and who is standing
In front of, around us, in between us too
Inviting us to become someone new. Amen
Yesterday we undressed the tree, dragged it out to the porch, and boxed the strings of light back to the attic.
It is time. New Year’s Day is passed and the Magi are fast approaching Bethlehem. The song of the angels and the hungry birds are changing as the seconds of light increase every day. And that big hungry moon? Surely a sign. As Howard Thurman so eloquently said, the work of Christmas has now begun – starting for me with putting the stuff away and letting the tree have a few days out in the cold to get a better look at the neighborhood before the tree gets hauled off to the dump. We can’t bear taking the lights out of the windows so in the dark of night they act like flashlights for the tree who it seems to me is eager to see who is walking by on their snowy way. Are you hungry or cold? Are you lonely or frightened? Are you walking around in some kind of personal prison? Or are you one of the lucky ones with somewhere lovely to go to and something sweet on your mind as you pick your way carefully along the frozen sidewalk? The tree, sprung from a few weeks housebound captivity, knows what to ask the daytime and the night walkers. If only you would walk up the steps and sit a while. What conversations you would have – my tree and thee.