I
avoided prose for today and tried to do with poetry. This is in
response to the Gospel lesson from Mark 10: 2-16 and for Stewardship
kick off
On Stewardship Sunday, 2015
The divorced one squirmed hearing Jesus’ words relaying
“Why Moses gave commandment is your hardness of heart,
hearts crowded with iron clad rules and laws.” Then hearing
“As created you are connected not as a separate work of art
but giving blessings by cherishing and being stewards of each.”
The divorced one remembers all the times when that stony
organ determined never to beat in love again but to impeach
all who once fell short of being a really, truly, deserving crony.
He turned wondering if there be any deserving love on earth,
including me. “Let risk be!”, as angels urge to seek holy cures
of naked spirit to love others without rationed judging worth.
Not daring saying out loud; “Are you one of my gift and I yours
surrounded by a universe of gifts given by giver of life and all?”
Is being a steward a matching of budgets or is about changing
how I look at gifts thinking I own them as a conquering haul?”
Perhaps is time to have some priorities seriously rearranging.
Not meant for wimps or immature; a church or marriages fails
under thrice weight of neglect, boredom and hoped perfection,
yet like that holding the blood of forgiveness can be Holy Grails
mingled with bread of giving is what is a sacrament complexion.
Picking up a child, who is not his own, but who needs a steward,
for we are stewards of all children, of creation; blessing a sibling,
spouse or enemy shows enough love over which to be a steward.
Giving of ourselves is all we have to give; all the rest is quibbling.
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