“The stone I pick up to hurl with my hand,”
his voice probing steady the hurt of the day,
“falls from my palm with the grease of my sin,”
preemptive judging us lest we judge them,
gravely forewarning a time without kings,
boundary markers moving again,
panic-loosed chaos the now-dreaded thing,
should we somehow not the right trophy claim.
hill-top marked ready to redeem save one,
CFOs rooting if poets forgone,
prophets and seers yet given to learn,
cairn piling stones left strewn before dawn.
JC, in sand write me next in your name,
drop me a smooth stone your courage embrace,
pray us on waking, G*d, keep us your kin,
cross us your valley, your river to trace.
Newton Centre, October 9, 2014
May God open this day for you,
the thousand unknowings,
the hundred forgettings
leave their claim at the foot for you,
the thistle open, the bee let through.
May God’s day open again to you.
Let me walk your wooded path, Lord,
let me light enough to see,
let me draw your word deep-rooted,
let me autumn turn in leaf.
“If you make my word your home,
you will indeed be my disciples.”
- Jesus, in the Gospel of John 8:31
(New Jerusalem Bible)
befire our time, this spinning night,
candle cross your quieting bay,
star to echo word to star,
whisper into coming day.
ember as you will our lives,
charity to kindle way,
warm again your light to ours,
reach us God your heart to pray.
(chapel photo courtesy Mary Giles)
From Island Park to the ends of the world,
the berries marking river’s bend
ripen as much to call you on
as fare you well come this day’s turn.
From the river of life you’ve grown up along,
trestle bridge and balloons rising sun,
we’ve pushed and pulled and seen you grow,
we’ve prayed and learned with those teaching you.
And now we pray full as you go,
the Spirit’s blessing empower you,
remember who and Whose you are,
God’s dream and vision to carry through.
“River-sent” by William B. Jones, on the occasion of a Baccalaureate Service held on Pentecost.
Pentecost, the fiftieth day (pente = five) after Easter, when the Holy Spirit descended that our “sons and daughters might prophesy” (Acts 2). Baccalaureate, a farewell message, from Latin “baca” berry + “laureus” laurel = symbol of accomplishment.
Island Park Balloon Rise Photo copyright Joe Tecza, all rights reserved.
to weave tight and hold to the letting away,
to exhale and leave for beyond I can say,
to let go and breathe you again today.
“About that time there occurred no small disturbance concerning the Way.”
– The Acts of Jesus’ Apostles 19:23
finding still an opening way,
given you to follow through
corridor through shadow