Homeward

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How I have yearned to gather your children together
as a mother hen gathers her brood under her wings!

Matthew 23:37

Seeker,
When you envision home, what and who comes to mind?

Subtle is the distinction
between “shelter” and “haven.”
The first a temporary shield, the other sounds like heaven.

You have been refuge to the poor,
haven to the distressed,
shelter from the storm and shade from the heat.

Isaiah 25:4

Offering more permanent anchorage,
haven desires to enfold;
providing safe harbor, a place to unburden.

For the tempest-tossed
any port or quay
signifies home.

Our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.

Augustine of Hippo

As pandemic prolongs,
we shift from sheltering
to being anchored at home.

So much more than a dwelling,
home evokes that communion
we call belonging.

Just as every vision
is limited by the frame we place around it,
so too is our perception of home.

The relief we seek is right under our feet…
If we understand our deep connection and relationship with the Earth,
we will have enough love strength and awakening
to look after ourselves and the Earth so that both can thrive.

Thich Nhat Hanh

Yet we are ever on the move.
Migratory by nature,
we harbor an ancient, nomadic heritage.

Wanderers and wonderers all,
our ache to belong lies at the heart
of our incessant questing and questioning.

Only fifty years ago,
intrepid space-age voyagers
looked past our moon to capture Earth rising.

Three decades later an orbiting telescope opened its eye
to our intergalactic neighborhood,
and expanded our home-scape.

Poised now at the brink,
all life on our planet
hangs in the balance.

Humanity still has the ability to work together in building our common home.

Pope Francis

After a century
of abuse and neglect,
we have laid waste our holy habitat.

Along with living relations of every ilk,
we suffer the effects
of catastrophic home-sickness.

Across the planet entire,
millions seek shelter from violent injustice,
poverty, environmental disaster.

Fellow creatures flee firestorm,
exploitation, habitat devastation;
the harvest of our own nature deprivation

With wilderness under assault,
the indigenous curators of precious biodiversity
themselves face extinction.

Life is paradise, and we are all in paradise, but we refuse to see it.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

We have lost our way home.
No longer do we calibrate our days
to earth’s seasons: seedtime, fruit and fallow.

Recovery begins with the subtlest shift
that turns home into haven,
bringing heaven back to earth.

Thus, in looking after neighbors,
we are on the lookout
for all great and small creatures in our care.

Once more can we revel
in the primal revelation
called Creation.

Be thou a guiding star above,
smooth path below,
kindly shepherd behind,
flame bright before us
this day, tonight,
forevermore.

Columba of Iona

As you attend to the stirrings within
and tend to life all around,
may you rejoice in the realization that you are already home.

As you hold open this haven,
may you know
the infinite depth and breadth of love abiding in you.

joe

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Restore Relationship

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First of all, seek God’s Realm and Justice, then everything else will follow.

Matthew 6:33

Seeker
How is crisis teaching you about what matters most of all?

In the wake of
a life-altering cyclone
named Katrina,

I traveled to the Mississippi coast
with my son and church companions,
to visit a friend.

Images of devastation
remain seared
in the retina of memory;

decapitated palms leaning like matchsticks,
homes and vehicles bobbing
in oily iridescence,

shell-shocked residents
combing the rubble
of their lives.

The ruinous scene evoked
grainy images of bombed beaches
and the nightmare of nuclear holocaust.

Now I am become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds.

Bhagavad Gita

As bulldozers carved a thoroughfare,
banks of debris,
roiled like angry waves.

Entrenched in the vale of detritus;
walled by sodden mattresses, fragments of furniture,
muddy carpets, smashed plumbing;

awareness swelled with the dank stench of decay:
sooner or later,
every single thing becomes landfill!

All within the arc of your gaze,
that decorates your existence,
clothing, possessions, achievements, investments, your very body …

destined for disintegration and decay.
For all and every manner of thing and life,
in time must pass away.

There are lovely things in the world, lovely, only that do not endure, and the lovelier for that.

Lewis Grassic Gibbon

Since all is fleeting and insubstantial
naught but one remains:
in the space between our breaths, beats and pulses.

This punctuation that defines and bonds,
brings meaning and measure to our moments,
and love into being, we call: “relationship.”

And the primacy of relationship
is revealed when
death or destruction lifts the veil.

Things of life we leave behind
all take their place in the past
but first, foremost, finally, only relationships last.

The most important things in life are invisible.
Love is at the root of everything; all learning, all relationships –
love or the lack of it.

Fred Rodgers

This pricey pearl—
treasure hidden in the field—
requires the relinquishment of all else.

In the spacious latticework of relationships
with family and friend, neighbor and nature,
love is realized, experienced, expressed, exchanged.

How can we know and share love
except through the resonant filaments of connectivity
that web our world and weave us into being?

And what would life look like
if relationships came first
and really mattered most of all?

Being means: not numbering and counting,
but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap,
and stands confidently in the storms of spring,
not afraid that afterward summer may not come…

Rainer Maria Rilke

As distancing days
grow into months
that straddle seasons,

atop mountainous human losses,
amid disruption
and the evaporation of reliable income,

surrounded by the remnants of a former reality,
we are impatient to restore the reassuring
frame of reference that used to shape our days.

Yet, cascading problems seem intractable,
if we presume to resume
pre-plague ways, means, and expectations.

In masked isolation we come to cherish
priceless human touch, aware that
even distant islands are connected by the same ocean.

May you live to restore and show and share
the myriad relationships that bring you life
and love you into being.

joe

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