Beautiful Poetry by John Roedel

I’m a conditional atheist

God does not exist for me on
the tip of a sharpened sword

or on the lips of a sermonizing
hate-evangelist who is foaming at the mouth

or in the licking flames of a torch held
by a marching bigot

or in any dogma that have been soaked in the ancient poison of guilt and self-shame 

the divine doesn’t
exist for me anywhere
where wounds are being
caused in its name

I don’t know about
how any of this works
but I’ve never found
much of God in the towering
hierarchy of unchecked power

the Great Mystery isn’t a cracking whip
or a flag or an internet manifesto
or a pointed finger or a political party
or a dividing line or a box of ammo
or a corvette driven by a tv preacher
or a specific gender or a book bonfire

Creation is more of a florist
than she is a fundamentalist

the Weaver of Life is more interested
in stitching us together into a quilt
than how to separate us into metal bins

to come into relationship
with Unending Love shouldn’t
require us to loathe ourselves

~ it should be the exact opposite

to know ourselves
is to know God

to love ourselves
is to love God

my love,

I believe that the divine
is just about everywhere

~ except in the slow-poison
sands of fear and control
where so many have built temples
for us to worship inside

~ in those places
I am an atheist

but everywhere else

there is so much
fertile soil

where we can let the sunflowers
of empathy grow wildly in
the spaces between us

and I’ve heard
that if we remain still

and listen so very closely
these evangelizing sunflowers
will whisper to each of us
a secret we once knew while we
were cooking in the cosmic womb:

“We are all loved equally.”

~ john roedel

Profound Poetry

Sometimes a poem just stops me in my tracks and makes me say, “wow”! This poem did so today and I wanted to share it.

Flight One 

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen
This is your Captain speaking.

We are flying at an unknown altitude
And an incalculable speed.
The temperature outside is beyond words.

If you look out the window you will see
Many ruined cities and enduring seas
But if you wish to sleep please close the blinds.

My navigator has been ill for many years
And we are on Automatic Pilot; regrettably
I cannot foresee our ultimate destination.

Have a pleasant trip.
You may smoke, you may drink, you may dance
You may die.
We may even land oneday.

~ Gwendolyn Margaret MacEwen (1941–1987)

The Unbroken – poetry

I received this from an online community hosted by Mirabai Starr and Willow Brook called Holy Lament. https://www.wildheart.space/holylament

It is a poignant reminder that we can hold our broken hearts with our unbroken souls.

The Unbroken

There is a brokenness

out of which comes the unbroken,

a shatteredness

out of which blooms the unshatterable.

There is a sorrow

beyond all grief which leads to joy

and a fragility

out of whose depths emerges strength.

There is a hollow space

too vast for words

through which we pass with each loss,

out of whose darkness

we are sanctioned into being.

There is a cry deeper than all sound

whose serrated edges cut the heart

as we break open to the place inside

which is unbreakable and whole,

while learning to sing.

 -Rashani Reá

A Fathers Day Gift

From one of my most beloved and trusted indigenous teachers, Dine elder Pat McCabe and the excellent podcast “The Mythic Masculine” by Ian McKenzie, comes this profound and valuable interview called “Thriving Life & A Prayer for All Men” where Pat McCabe reminds us, “Men are not the Patriarchy.”

We can indeed choose our paradigm and reclaim our mythologies as stewards and lovers. I promise this is well worth the hour of your life you will spend listening.

https://www.themythicmasculine.com/episodes/pat-mccabe?mc_cid=dfd197cbed&mc_eid=aba969cd81

Prayer to the Feminine Spirit from Mirabai Starr

Divine Feminine Prayer

Spiritual teacher and friend Mirabai Starr guides us in a prayer to God using feminine language. We invite you to breathe intentionally for a few moments, feel your breath as it moves through your body, and receive the words of this prayer. Click here or on the image below. 

Beloved One 

Shekinah 

Indwelling  

Feminine Presence 

Immanence 

Embodiment 

Mother-Heart 

Please come flowing into every open window in our souls right now, 

as we call to you.  

Infuse every cell of our bodies with your fierce and tender Mother-Wisdom.  

Give us the strength to speak truth to power in these fractured times.  

Give us the tenderness and humility to listen deeply 

to those that we are conditioned to otherize. 

And remind us again and again when we forget that we belong to each other,  

and we belong to you.  

Amen. 

Divine Feminine Blessing meditation with Mirabai Starr

Mirabai Starr, “Divine Feminine Blessing,” Center for Action and Contemplation, March 1, 2023, YouTube video, 3:29.  

We Rise

As people of faith, in whatever one looks to for inspiration – we feel the suffering and despair and we choose to rise again each day with a prayer for guidance toward ways we can lift up the humans and more than humans around us.

This beautiful video/song is inspiration for us all:

Thresholds – Pause before you step

In my life these days, I am feeling a call to pause. To acknowledge change. To grieve loss. To celebrate new blossoms. To appreciate beauty.

From the micro level of my own body, through the spiritual and activist communities I participate with, to the macro level of the planet and all its beings, human and more than human – I am sensing a deep need to pause, breathe, reflect, and emerge refreshed.

These quotes from Fr. Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditation blog say it well –

“We will normally do anything to keep the old thing from falling apart, yet this is when we need patience and guidance, and the freedom to let go instead of tightening our controls and certitudes.” —Richard Rohr 

“Perhaps you can look at this world in transition and dare to echo God in Genesis: behold, it is good … it is very good. Perhaps you can see transition as an essential part of that goodness that is better than perfection.” —Brian McLaren 

“Liminality is a form of holding the tension between one space and another. It is in these transitional moments of our lives that authentic transformation can happen. Otherwise, it is just business as usual and an eternally boring, status quo existence.” —Richard Rohr 

“Transitions can only take place if we are willing to let go of what we have known, the worlds we have created, and our assumptions about “how things are.” To let go is the precursor to being reborn.” —Barbara A. Holmes 

They then offer the following practice which is one I try to do often and recommend.

Holy Pausing

Artist and retreat leader Christine Valters Paintner suggests the ancient monastic practice of statio as a way to remind ourselves of the holiness of transitions:  

In the monastic tradition, statio is the practice of stopping one thing before beginning another. It is the acknowledgment that in the space of transition and threshold is a sacred dimension, a holy pause full of possibility. This place between is a place of stillness, where we let go of what came before and prepare ourselves to enter fully into what comes next.  

When we pause between activities or spaces or moments in our days, we open ourselves to the possibility of discovering a new kind of presence to the darkness of in-between times. When we rush from one thing to another, we skim over the surface of life, losing the sacred attentiveness that brings forth revelations in the most ordinary of moments.  

Statio calls us to a sense of reverence for slowness, for mindfulness, and for the fertile dark spaces between our goals where we can pause and center ourselves, and listen. We can open up a space within for God to work. We can become fully conscious of what we are about to do rather than mindlessly completing another task. 

Paintner reminds us that thresholds, physical places of transition, are ubiquitous in our everyday lives, and that we can use them for our spiritual practice: 

In the days ahead, become aware of all the times you cross a threshold. This might be moving from one space to another—entering through a doorway, transitioning from one activity to the next, or tending the thresholds of the day, especially at dawn and dusk. Pause at each and offer a short blessing, simply becoming aware of the possibilities alive in the moment. See if the threshold helps call forth the thinness of this moment, making the voice of the divine more accessible. 

Christine Valters Paintner, The Soul’s Slow Ripening: 12 Celtic Practices for Seeking the Sacred (Notre Dame, IN: Sorin Books, 2018), 9, 8. 

In the flow – Loss and Beauty

As promised, a poem arose from time spent in the middle of a clear-cut forest and I wanted to share it with you.

The Bone Tree
El árbol de hueso

Our greed
Nuestra codicia
Our need, for more, for more, for more
Nuestra necesidad, de más, de más, de más
Our numb blindness
Nuestra ceguera entumecida

This devastation
Esta devastación
This empty shattered forest
Este bosque destrozado vacío
This lone swallow lamenting
Esta golondrina solitaria lamentándose

These ghost stumps rotting
Estos tocones fantasma se pudren
These alien bushes thriving
Estos arbustos alienígenas prosperan
These bare bone-white snags reminding
Estos enganches desnudos de hueso blanco que recuerdan

Still the rainbow
Todavía el arco iris
Still beckons at the edge of the
Todavía hace señas en el borde de la
Still live returning forest. Amen
Todavía vive el bosque que regresa. Amén

~ Wakil David Matthews – April 2023

Lament

It’s been awhile beloved friends. It seems that much of what I’m called to now is spending time with loss and lamentation.

In today’s post I’ll share these moving and profound thoughts from Fr Richard Rohr’s most recent blog. Soon, I’ll follow that up with a poem that arose during a silent meditation retreat in the nearby forest.

“When we go to the place of tears, it’s an inner attitude where when I can’t fix it, when I can’t explain it, when I can’t control it, when I can’t even understand it, I can only forgive it. Let go of it, weep over it. It’s a different mode of being.”
—Richard Rohr 

Weep for the World

We invite readers to listen and lament with the song Weep for the Worldwritten and performed by Brian McLaren to express our human desire to both grieve and heal from the harm we have caused.  

Let us weep for the world 
being broken apart 
by humans,  
foolish humans. 
Let us grieve the desecration  
of forest and stream, 
of glacier and ocean and humans,  
like us.  

Let us be mindful of the children,  
being born today,  
in a world torn apart 
by humans.  
Let us show our children  
a more excellent way  
to walk on the earth and be human,  
truly human.  

Let us love this world  
we’ve been breaking apart  
and let our love bring wholeness.  
And let us love one another  
with a compassionate heart  
for it is love that makes us human, human. 

Let us weep for the world  
We are breaking apart,  
so we can love it back  
to wholeness.  
Let our hearts be stretched  
by great sorrow and love,  
so they will never contract  
to being less than human.

Brian McLaren, Weep for the World

FR Rohrs’s thoughts on Beginner’s Mind

As always, I am inspired by the insight and wisdom of Father Richard Rohr in this week’s “Daily Meditations.”

As I cultivate the annihilation of my small self ego identities, the “not that, not that” practice, I find the truth in the lesson that when you can fall courageously and willingly into not knowing and nothingness, everything is imbued and radiant with awe and beauty.

FR Rohr speaks to this beautifully…

“Jesus says the only people who can recognize and be ready for what he’s talking about are the ones who come with the mind and heart of a child. It’s the same reality as the beginner’s mind.

“Beginner’s mind is a readiness to always be in awe, to always be excited. Beginner’s mind is one’s mind before the hurts of life have made us cautious and self-protective. We can still be excited, we can still be in awe, we can still expect tomorrow to be different than today.”

—Richard Rohr