Morning Musings 2.26.21
[During this time of uncertainty and insecurity due to Covid-19, we all are longing to be grounded at the very center of our being. One way Pastor Mike attempts to experience such rootedness is by sitting with his journal, usually in the early moments of each day. In this blog Pastor Mike shares an early morning journal entry, a way of holding and anticipating the light of God’s love washing over our waking hours.]
February 26, 2021
The morning’s first light with its welcoming beauty brought me to a standstill, leaning on a wooden fence to take in a few prayerful moments of God’s Grandeur as the sun meandered its way through the grays and blues, giving way to pinks and orange. I watched from my leaning post, receiving a newness of Spirit holding me, the gift to be out in the early morn!
For me the language of poetry is often the language of contemplation as well as the language for contemplation. David Whyte, a contemporary poet I often quote, once wrote that “one good word of poetry is bread for a thousand when telling of the hungers of the human heart.” It is the noticing and telling of these heart-felt hungers where our own hearts are opened to love. Another of my favorite poets, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, died earlier this week, only a month short of his 102nd birthday. I studied him in college. I read as many Ferlinghetti poems as I did Emily Dickenson poems. In the summer of 2018, when Lois and I attended a conference in California, we made a point of stopping at his City Lights bookstore in San Francisco. It was one of those ‘otherness’ experiences we all seek to have at least a few times in our lives. His poetry inspires me, transmitting energy, helping to form my inner soul. Ferlinghetti was once described as, “a tonic for a world thirsting for the loving courage and energetic reverence that helps reunite and sustain the enterprise of bard-fueled citizenship.” I love this, as I hear in this portrayal, a meditation, a subversive invitation to Spirit-filled action we are called to initiate and sustain.
I’ve included a few lines from one of my favorite poems of his, entitled “Pity the Nation.” “Pity the nation…..whose sages are silenced…..whose bigots haunt the airwaves. Pity the nation that raises not its voice. Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own, and no other culture but its own, and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed…..
I leaned on that wooden fence this morning, feeling the cold, seeing the snow, watching the sun, and holding a heart-felt hunger to love…..wanting never to silence the sages among us, the Spirit within us!
Lenten Gratitude: “Everything is a gift. The degree to which we are awake to this truth is a measure of our gratefulness, and our gratefulness is a measure of our aliveness. ~David Steindl-Rast
Blessings & love on your day, pastor mike