Tuesday, May 22, 2018

The Gathering 2018: A reflection on old friends meeting

The Gathering 2018
Slowly flows the Chenango, past where the old men
once swam as boys, emptying into Chesapeake Bay,
near where once lads chose to save and spend the day
to empty old/new stories about it had been long when.
The legend talks kept on coming right and left with
some differences of memory between the old males
and joint eyeball rolling among the listening females
while seeing dead wine soldiers dropping 5th by 5th.
The tone of the meeting shifts to remembering loss
of other friends and family and how they're loved,
operating with surgical precision, hand and gloved,
so that tears wouldn't come to pass as evening's boss.
They laughed lots, thanking God for time well spent,
and how blessed they had been for what years meant.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Elephant Seat Pentecost Poem


Was at a meditation circle last evening and an Elephant Seal showed up in my meditation. Elephant Seals are an animal that I have used as a way of understanding my connection to the larger creation. Their bodies are awkward on land and they spend much of their energy protecting what they think they rule. However, it is when they dive into the water that their body adapts to swim and survive for hours at a time in the great depths.



Pentecost 2018
The Elephant Seal came last evening to guide
me dealing with friend with lab tests not good,
and how the kids are told, that's if they should
and another friend whose mother had just died.
The elephant seal stood with head proud, erect
on an empty beach where once happily he ruled
but not now; new ways he'd need to be schooled
on how being friends without a trying to protect.
The elephant seal did not bellow but whispering
to follow him, changing our breathing and heart,
swimming deeper beneath the tides, so to depart
from the old role of being only way ministering.
Oh wind, start blowing open doors this Pentecost
so Spirit can help re-image new paths, not as lost!

Friday, May 11, 2018

Renewal of Vows


 
Reflection for Ascension Day 2018
Renewal of Vows
Yesterday, eleven days from my last day of work as the Rector of All Saints and ten days since the beginning of my retirement, I drove alone two and a half hours each way to attend a diocesan service of Renewal of Ordination Vows. It was a time to remember the promises we Priests made when we were ordained and entered into a different order of life. The last line from the Ordination Vows after the answering all the things that “I will” do, is the Bishop saying; “May the Lord who given you the will to do these things give you the grace and power to perform them.”

At the service Bishop Skirving preached and presided. His sermon had a few moment on how the disciples, looking up into the sky, like in Dali's painting of the Ascension, moving away from their sight, had to make the transition from living with Jesus being with them in the flesh and the Risen Christ living with them fully in the Spirit in their daily life together.

Looking up to the sky” triggered my remembrances of going to see the Total Eclipse of the Sun last year and how it was a metaphor for my retirement. There is a long lead up to the Total Eclipse- you know it is happening but you treat it like clouds just passing over – until that moment when the totality is achieved. The darkness is eerie as all sound stop- the birds stop singing in awe as did the people around us. It is a time when no words work and for a few moments it is a collective intake of Holy Breath. Like all moments of awe there are hints of awful. When the light comes back slowly, there is an awareness of the brightness of everything and how precious it all is.

I found retirement like that; while having known for months that the day would come I was not really fully prepared for the moment the birds would stop singing. While no longer employed by a church, I was still a Priest even though my thirty-four record of fully and faithfully performing those vows was at times more spotty than I had hoped on that day in 1984. I remember the day after the Ordination to the Diaconate how empty I felt entering into that state of being and worrying how I might have made a mistake and I wasn't up to the Call I had heard years before. That darkness passed and I had to keep returning to the Light over and over again.

The first day of my retirement I had that same empty feeling like a cavity inside me of the unease of faithfully living as an Ordained Person in retirement without the structure of a job to help keep me faithful. The feeling passed as I am coming into a deeper awareness of what my Call might look like in this time and place of my life. My prayer for today is “May the Lord who given me the will to do these things give me the grace and power to perform them.”

Retirement
Renewal of Vows with Bishop preaching
Ascension; remembering transition times
no longer old being but becoming signs
of God pulling us into deeper searching.
Reminded me of watching eclipse of sun,
knowing a darkness will be coming soon
but then all the birds stopped singing tune
as awe filled dark emptiness began its run.
Later light came, highlighting new meaning
seeing all as gifts, ready to be again blessed
to be used in so many ways I never guessed
as old beings gathered up in divine gleaning.
New retirement moved from being my plight
of darkness to new meaning God does plight.