Posts from the ‘Easter’ Category
Those who do not know there is another life after this one, or who cannot bring themselves to live in time as if they were meant to spend their eternity in God, resist the fruitful silence of their own being by continual noise. Even when their own tongues are still, their minds chatter without end and without meaning, or they plunge themselves into the protective noise of machines, traffic or radios. When their own noise is momentarily exhausted, they rest in the noise of other people.
– Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island
There is a certain fear of death that comes from not having lived yet. I had to face it myself when I had cancer a few years ago. I don’t think I was afraid of death at that time, but I also knew I had already lived. Once you know you have touched upon this mystery of life, you are not afraid of death. There is an existential terror about losing what you’ve never found. Something in me says, “I haven’t done ‘it’ yet.” I haven’t experienced the stream of life yet. I haven’t touched the real, the good, the true, and the beautiful—which is, of course, what we were created for.
– Richard Rohr, Everything Belongs
Christian spirituality means eating together, sharing together, drinking together, talking with each other, receiving each other, experiencing God’s presence through each other, and in doing so, proclaiming the gospel as God’s alternative vision for everyone.
– Elizabeth Schussler Fiorenza
You never change things by fighting existing reality. To change something, build a new reality that makes the existing reality obsolete.
– R. Buckminster Fuller
Cosmic change is not cosmetic change. It is radical, meaning ‘to the root,’ and it will mean the upheaval of our cherished customs and the disposal of stories that have provided the basic framework for our lives. We must not underestimate the enormity of what is being asked of us, even as we celebrate with joy the new and salvific. In its initial moments resurrection is indistinguishable from death. At first we are unable to see the great turning that has taken place. All that has been comfortable, all that has held us in place is gone, and there is nothing recognizable to stand on. Everything on which we have planted our feet is swept away.
– Judy Cannato
Today, on the Feast of Pentecost which signals the end of the Easter Season, I offer a poem offered among the Easter resources from Education for Justice. It was written by Richard Rolle in the14th Century. I appreciate Scott Cairns information that allowed me to correct the source material.
God’s LoveO Holy Spirit, Who breatheswhere You will, breathe into meand draw me to Yourself.Invest the nature You have shaped,with gifts so flowing with honey that,from intense joy in Your sweetnessthis clay might turn from lesser things,that it may accept (as You give them)spiritual gifts, and through pleasingjubilation, it may melt, entirely,in holy love, reaching finally outto touch the Uncreated Light.
Source: Love’s Immensity: Mystics on the Endless Life, by ScottCairns. Brewster, MA:Paraclete Press, 2007. p. 105This is not an original poem written by me. It is published in my collection of translations and adaptations from the writings of Christian mystics. This is not the first time that folks have failed to do their homework in attributing these and other of those poems; I’m hoping, however, that it might be the last. The text from which I constructed the poem was written in the 14th Century by Richard Rolle. My adaptation also employs lineation which the above text does not resemble. Just saying.