On
22 October our summer seminarian is back for the service in which we will have
a baptism. He will preach. If I were preaching I would talk about the lesson
about Moses wanting to see God face to face but sometimes we can only see God
as God moves away. This is the poem that came to me when I reflected on this
lesson and on a pastoral session.
Seeing God’s Back
Moses
asks to see God’s glory face to face.
But
a voice said, “No, you can’t handle it,
rather
let you see full when a scene is quit
and
action done, leaving the candle of grace.
The
young man came in, a boy of once ago
that
I lifted high in the air, but now his feet
stray
in no-man’s land, one step from street
living
while he wrestles with an ancient foe.
We
talk, I listen, scriptures is once again read
of
Jesus wrestling with those selfsame doubts
of
light or dark and which to follow its shouts
to
walk its path through this life until we’re dead.
God’s
breath was shed by our breaths in prayer,
leaves
blessings for walking on holy ground fair.
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