Two Prayers

MY LORD GOD, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road, though I may know nothing about it. Therefore I will trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.

- Thomas Merton

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My God, hunger is all that drives me forward. These tears cannot quench this throat, so thirsty for living water. I look for you in the faces of family, friends, even strangers, but see only human faces. I strain to hear your voice, but there is no whisper that comes, only echoes ricocheting across scripture. We are lovers, estranged by space, and the dove that you send carries no note from you, but only coos and leaves me watching her, unable to follow. Hunger is all that drives me forward, I will walk until I fall, You are my end.    -DMA

A Rainy Day

Shut the doors against the rain.
There it is, tapping at our doors and our windows
asking, "May I come in?"
But do not let it in. 
Sit in your homes and your coffee shops
and rest in the knowledge
that there is something that wishes 
to be with you. 

An Excursus into the World of the Desert Fathers

Lately I have been reading works on Christian Spirituality and have had the pleasure to re-read (for the third... or is it the fourth time) Nouwen's classic: The Way of the Heart. In it, he draws heavily from the tradition of the Desert Fathers. I found that as I read I was increasingly intrigued by these short parables attributed to the Fathers. So I flipped to the back of the book to find the source from which Nouwen was pulling these wonderful sayings.  Luckily our library had Benedicta Ward's The Desert Fathers: Sayings of the Early Christian Monks and I spent an hour or so reading it today. Below I provide a few of my favorites from my reading today and below them are a couple of sayings I wrote. Enjoy!

1. Of Abba Ammonas, a disciple of Anthony, it is said that in his solitude he 'advanced to the point where his goodness was so great that he took no notice of wickedness.'  Thus, having become bishop, someone brought a young girl who was pregnant to him, saying, 'See what this unhappy wretch has done; give her a penance.' But he, having marked the young girl's womb with the sign of the cross, commanded that six pairs of fine linen sheets should be given her, saying, 'It is for fear that, when she comes to give birth, she may die, she or the child, and have nothing for the burial.' But her accusers resumed, 'Why did you do that? Give her a punishment.' But he said to them, 'Look, brothers, she is near to death; what am I to do?" Then he sent her away and no old man dared accuse anyone any more. 

2. . A brother sinned and the presbyter ordered him to go out of the church. But Bessarion got up and went out with him, saying, ‘I, too, am a sinner.’

3. Joseph asked Poeman, ‘Tell me how to become a monk.’ He said, ‘If you want to find rest in this life and the next, say at every moment, “Who am I? and judge no one.’

4. A brother said to Poeman, ‘If I see my brother sin is it really right to not to tell anyone about it?’ He said, ‘When we cover our brother’s sin, God covers our sin. When we tell people about our brother’s guilt, God does the same with ours.’

5. When Nesteros the Great was walking in the desert with a brother, they saw a dragon and ran away. The brother said, ‘Were you afraid, abba?’ Nesteros answered, ‘ I wasn’t afraid, my son. But it was right to run away from the dragon, otherwise I should have had to run away from conceit.’

6. A brother came to Poemen, and said to him, ‘ I have sown seed in my field, and I will make a love-feast with a crop.’ He said, ‘ That’s a good idea.’ He went away with purpose, and invited more to the love-feast which he was making. When Anub heard this, he said to Poemen, Aren’t you afraid of God that you said that to the brother?’ Poemen said nothing. But two days later he sent for the brother and called him to his cell. He said to him, in the hearing of Anub, ‘What did you ask me the other day? My attention was elsewhere.’ The brother said, ‘I have sown my field, and I am going to make a love-feast with the crop.’ Poemen said to him, ‘I thought you were talking about your brother, who is a layman. What you are doing is not a monk’s work.’ The brother was sad when he heard this, and said, ‘That’s the only kind of work I know how to do: I can’t stop sowing seed in my field.’ When he had gone away, Anub began to apologize to Poemen, saying, ‘Forgive me.’ Poemen said to him, ‘Look here, I knew from the beginning that it was not a monk’s work. But I spoke to his soul’s need, and stilled his soul so that he might increase in charity; now he has gone away sadly, but he will go on with the same work.’

7. A brother came to Poemen and said to him, ‘Many thoughts come into my mind and put me in danger.’ He sent him out into the open air, and said, ‘Open your lungs and do not breathe.’ He replied, 'I can’t do that.’ Then he said to him, ‘Just as you can't stop air coming into your lungs, so you can’t stop thoughts coming into your mind. Your part is to resist them.’

8. Arsenius once asked an old Egyptian monk for advice about his temptations. Another monk who saw this said, ‘Arsenius, how is it that you, who are so learned in Greek and Latin, are asking that uneducated peasant about your temptations?’ He answered, ‘I have a lot of worldly knowledge of Greek and Latin: but I have not yet been able to learn the alphabet of this peasant.’

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1. Brother Dave was once offered a preaching job at a high profile church. When asked if he would take the job he answered, “No, it would cause me to be prideful.” Many who heard this were impressed, but an elder later said to him, “You should take the job, because the only reason you told us your answer was so we would think highly of you. Next time simply say: No.”

2. One day brother Dave asked an elder, “Is it ok for me to laugh with sinners?” The elder laughed in reply.

Skin

My skin is a mystery to me,
a thin shroud announcing my mortality -
a gift to sanctify and solidify
the terrible weight of death;
yet with it, too is a blessing.
As of now, you can still see
my dry eyes peering through the veil,
still smell death beneath the aroma
of spices and perfumes
still hold my hand, though cold
and stiff
but there will be a day when
you visit me
and the shroud hides nothing:
all that is left is the liturgical
remainder of a life consumed by the sacred.
And only the blessing remains.

Scar Tissue

Scar tissue connects my brain to my soul
so I occasionally grit my teeth
and tear them apart.
The pain gives way to disorientation:
the room starts spinning,
colors blur, my eyes unable to focus,
as the borders and boundaries
I have carefully crafted melt.
I have learned to simply
close my eyes
bow my head
and trust
that the floor is,indeed, still.

Truth and Love

Trapped somewhere beneath
my reflexive smile,
my carefully worded phrases,
my patient silence,

Is the Christ
who curses fig trees,
who flips tables,
who sends a rich man home depressed.

I once thought that pulling off
being all man and all God
was his greatest feat
but I am ever more convinced
that we praise him for being,
at once, all truth and all love.

Here is to the one who died
not only because he loved us
but because he told us the truth.

In Honor of Wendell Berry

I saw a slain lamb,
on the highway.
Run over by an eighteen-
wheeler carrying logs
to some place
a thousand miles away.

The Eucharist

On that day,
he will break the seal
Of the bottle,
Let fly the cork,
Spray us with it's foam.

Then we will hear the woody
Mature sound of wine meeting glass;
And he will drink deeply the earthy
Flavor of his creation,
fermented and pressurized
By choice and will and salvation.
Then he swallows, sighs,
And says again: "it is good"

And together we say:
"you've saved the best for last"
And "Amen."

magnificence

We are the giants of Canaan
The enemies of promise
And for the moment saved
by our magnificence

I'll call you Kate, for now

I'll call you Kate, for now,
when waiting gives birth to you
in its precious ways:
by day-dreams and kicked hands,
prayers and poems,
nervous laughter.
And you are known
only in the best of ways:
as your father knows you,
my Kate.

Theology

I, too, come to that tree
and having heard the story
am patient before choosing.
That serpent is still crafty though
and so points to the highest branch,
over to the left, where the leaves
occasionally brush against the tree
of life (on a breezy day). There,
a small dark fruit hangs.
"What fruit is that," I ask with
squinting eyes. The snake replies:
"theology."

Now, the dense fruit in my hand,
the serpent's promise comes,
"You will be like God," and
having heard the story, I am
already swallowing. Then, true
to that serpents word, I crash
into the bushes in search of God.
"Where are you?!" I shout.
His answer comes: "I heard you
in the garden, so I hid."
And seeing his naked body
I pronounce my own curse:
"Put your clothes on, Lord."

Filled

His fat belly fills
his Blue overalls

Her black skin fills
His white arms

They fill my mind
With questions

New

When heaven
Comes down
I believe
We will
Be surprised
By her newness

Not new
Like a child
Or a house
Just built
That still smells
Like paint

But simply
New to us
With carpets
Well-worn
By the feet
Of saints