Parson Tom's Tomes September 2016

Parson Tom’s Tomes September 2016

Pat’s birthday is on August 12, the same day as the Perseid Meteor Showers each year and each year on that night we go to a dark place to watch the light show in the sky.as the meteors radiate out of  the space between Cassiopeia and Perseus. We have watched them together, weather permitting, for 27 years now from different places; from the North Carolina Blue Ridge Parkway to the Outer Banks, Maine, Tennessee, Virginia and Georgia and this year was the most spectacular. Pat suggests that we saw 100 meteors in the hour we were at Chicahauk Beach. The trick is to be still and focus, opening ourselves up to God’s marvels. I wrote a poem about it thinking of the story from Luke when Jesus gives instructions to wait for the host of the wedding Banquet to invite us to come higher to a place of honor. That invitation is offered each new day to each of us by God as our welcoming host in this life banquet.

Shalom

Tom+.

The Host said: “Friend Come Higher” (poem)

Is is third hour: waxing Gibbons' shadow

has left the building. We're racing down

for yearly stardust asperges appointment

to the beach to have those ocean breezes

be the divine wind clearing out our lungs

from this years toxic gases emitting from

mongering candidates pandering rants.

We're on a planet spinning again into one

of the many places Creator/ Maid sweeps

the stardust off her crafted chandeliers

which we, in our limits, call Perseus

after that slayer of dreadful monsters.

Speeding recklessly at a rate of 100

ooohs and aaaahs per hour we leave all

that oh so important trivial tripe behind.

Hear her say, “Friend come higher, so

that that you be anointed to remember

that you, and neighbor and your enemy 

as well, are my beloved stardust and to

stardust shall you all each day return.”