Each year as I head into summer sabbatical, I like to leave you with a poem. These lines are from A Sleep of Prisoners, by Christopher Fry. I have shared it with some of you before, but it is calling to me now to bring before you once again. The invitation of the poem and the challenge of life, especially in the world that we are living in – is to see in every crisis, every falling apart, the gift of an opening…
The human heart can go the length of God
Dark and cold we may be
But this is no winter now
The frozen misery of centuries
Cracks, breaks, begins to move
The thunder is the thunder of the floes,
The thaw, the flood, the upstart spring.
Thank God our time is now
When wrong comes up to meet us everywhere
Never to leave us ’til we take
The greatest stride of soul folk ever took
Affairs are now soul size
The enterprise is exploration into God…
Where are you making for?
In the days ahead, rest, renew and replenish as you are able. Do what matters most. Love well – especially yourself!
Reflect… where are you making for?
Be well. See you in September!
With You on the Path,