WE ARE A BURDEN AND GIFT TO EACH OTHER

WE ARE A BURDEN AND GIFT TO EACH OTHER

During a walk

across Hamline University campus

in 1960

with my mentor

Dr. Sam Shoemaker

he said to me,

“Young man,

don’t ever forget this:

As long as you and I live

we will to some degree

be a problem to ourselves

and those who love us.

All the saints

have clay feet.”

Every person

In our sphere of influence

at home

and at work

Will most likely be

Enhanced by us

and burdened…

by and with us.

Most especially,

Those with whom

we brush our teeth or

sit nearby

in an adjoining cubicle

day after day.

.

The integrity of

our growing edge and

how we

choose to

be loyal

to one another

will have

powerful consequences.

Our daily skirmishes

at home

or

at work

Living together

In an

Unceasingly

busy and

 Poignantly ruthless

Bottom-line market,

Can magnify

Every pesky

mosquito bite,

turning it

Into a

Horrible cancer.

Best leave them be,

chop our own wood

and carry our own water,

And irrevocably

live into

our Higher Calling.

 

Let us choose now

to

brush away those

ravishing vultures

with Abraham

and stand firm

over our faithful sacrifices

of love, generativity,

accountability and fidelity.

We must now

stop fondling every

hook and flaw.

Those devious

little monsters

come along

to test and

polish away our dross.

We are doing our magnificent

inner and outer

work;

We must not spoil it

with Self-reduction.

Yes,

It is all but impossible

to decipher

between ego and Self

in the heat of our boiling pot.

In moments of purgatory

we shall

Wait,

Let go,

Forego every chance to run away,

and surrender yet again,

even deeper;

consenting  gently

into an Internal,

mystical Knowing.

Sometimes it’s appropriate

to imagine ourselves

living

our final day of life,

venturing into

deeper, quieter perspectives

leading to our timely

“Yes!”

Sometimes this is

what we need—

to stop and revere

 the wavy green grass

Carpeting an infinitely blue sky.

Let’s  pay attention to

our weary and battered hearts,

Threadbare from too much trying,

too much compulsive giving.

Perhaps, if we do,

in the blink of the eye,

everything changes

and living simply

and gratefully

becomes

our gentle Opus,

empowered by

Love’s intentions.

Let us

embrace

Every precious ordinary thing,

acknowledge

every passing moment

of fear and courage,

honor

every tear of happiness and sadness,

gently touch

every numbed out cell,

discern

every unfulfilled hope and dream.

We,

I venture to say,

shall weep without ceasing

with overwhelming joy

and gratitude

flowing from our salty tears.

 

We shall awaken to an

overwhelming enlightenment

that everything you fully knew

before you were born

and everything you totally forgot

at your birth

now culminates,

reunites and claims

your greatest trophy—

true conscious wisdom

earned

through genuinely refined

and sacrificial

suffering.

Remember what the Man said:

“There is no greater love than this,

that a person lay down one’s life

for the other.”

So, sit calmly

and equitably

with yourself

 

 

This, by the way,

is not merely poetic exercise;

it is not merely active imagination.

It is the stuff

From which

Mud and stars,

life and death

and

life forever

are born.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Wauconda, IL

Hal Edwards

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