Thursday, March 15, 2012


Thursday of the Third Week of Lent

Everyone who asks will receive; whoever seeks shall find,
     and to him who knocks it shall be opened.
                                                                         Matthew 7:8

Cradling pain for most of the day; treatments long; dis-ease's dissolve slow and laborious.  How the Lord can be so generous and patient with our maladies. How he can spin goodness out of the threads of suffering.  His offices of love and healing stand open, beckoning to come into with just a shift of consciousness, a turning of our hearts.

                                All day long a fleck
                                of the kingdom kept calling
                                with its' soft voice saying
                                "Here!" and again, "Here!"

                                And as it happens
                                in doing the running stitch of necessity
                                some of its splendor
                                snags your distraction

                                and you finally hear

                                the music of your broom
                                gathering dust over the floor;

                                a cardinal singing from skeins of thickets;
                                rustling chants from the monasteries
                                of the fields;

                                the voice of your small child mingling
                                with the voice of God,
                                saying "Here!" and again "Here!"

                                in the dappling light
                                hands reach through
                                to help another.



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