Male and female, created He them.
The male is given all the apparatus
to know a woman…and as he exhibits his
knowledge trust is
presumed upon her.
If she grows
cold is it for
lack of covering?
Or has she chosen
arms rather than the
deep warming that
would undo and possibly
I woke up this morning with the image
of a pearl in my mind:
a tiny sphere brought into being by an irritating
grain of sand within the house of a muscle…
a space where competition between a foreign
and a resident thought spar to arrive at something
both beautiful and kind.
This is an image of instruction for me.
When I find myself in the realm of competition,
I will lean kindly into that which irritates by its very
essence of otherness.
I will seek to embrace this other thought rather
than muscle it out by wit, criticism and/or ridicule
and wait for the pearl of new understanding
to roll sweetly into view.
As a young woman you seemed
a red flame in a kind white field.
Your eyes orbed, magnetic,
Gathered me in your wind –
through the cracks of me.
I, a reed, a chime, a swinging bell.
Saved from among tiny begging mouths,
I licked the spoon of you
believing in the more
Of course, we swallowed us.
Your kind arms, so light in youth,
Sank in the dark of me –
your fleece of teeming questions.
After the children,
I took to the desert,
hooked on veils,
my face crushed flint
sparked your traveling flame.
I’ve had an ongoing internal conversation about Lent prompted by a World Vision Video. I wonder what it means to sacrifice. It seems like the word sacrifice implies a painful relinquishment. In Biblical times sacrifice required the death and burning of a spotless animal, which seems barbaric at best. If the “thing” had lived it would have been a source of income and/or pride. “Look at my beautiful ram. Don’t the curve of its horns catch the light in a pleasing way. Look how it follows me and looks to me for its food and protection. Just think I own it. Aren’t I clever?
But now is now. Animal sacrifice smacks of pagan ritual. Rams aren’t all that impressive compared to iPhones and income and Weitsmans and Wazumas. So what would sacrificing entail if it were something I give up and in the process gain? I figured out it is DOUBT. I’m going to take any idea that gets me off the track of hope and refuse to give it credence. Forty (40) days of believing not knowing anything about anything is God’s plan for protecting me from the loop of anxiety and allowing me a stint in the land of hope and contentment.
In order to see the speck in your eye, I align it with the self-pixelated grain of the beam in my own. Unless I am exceedingly familiar with the warp and woof of the beam’s bark in my eye, I have no frame of reference. And because the beam in my eye obscures my vision, I misjudge the magnitude of the speck in your eye. Combined with the view of the beam in my eye, your speck seems enormous. Having failed to order my “dominion”, I violate yours. If you treat me as I have treated you, both of us miss the transformative agony of dropping our mutual shields and being seen and loved for who we are. We will miss God’s healing glance delivered through each other’s eyes and waste the purpose of our sight.