GRACE, THE OPEN DOOR

GRACE, THE OPEN DOOR

In the alpha
and omega
of every moment
every day
of every week,
every year
of every decade,
every century
of every cosmic millisecond…
Grace
keeps The Door open.

In the beginning and
after the ending
of every
marriage and divorce,
birth and death,
sickness and wellness,
abandonment and betrayal,
injustice and catastrophe…
keep The Door open.

Whatever happens,
grace reigns,
grace remains.

Whatever does not happen,
grace maintains,
grace remains.

Whatever comes and goes,
grace sustains,
grace remains.

So
keep The Door open.

Bundle up every hurt,
every loss,
every confused misunderstanding;
Gather every unhealed grief
and thriving grievance…
Gather all resistances
and resentments,
memories of shame
and blame…
bring them Home,
through The Door,
into perfect Love.

Everything sad,
everything bad,
everything mad…

all yearnings unfulfilled,
all desires unmet;
all dreams swallowed
into ten thousand
darkened sewers
of saddened yesterdays…

every good deed unrecognized,
every unconditional gift rejected,
every unfinished symphony
of exquisite harmony
now abandoned…
Open the door and
bring them home.

every unfinished manuscript;
every prayer unanswered;
every loving attempt thwarted,
every abandoned intention—

These deserted refugees
of humanity…
these faithful fissured features
of a moaning creation…
these are the things
angels and gods
were fashioned to embrace.

All shattered investments,
now embellished by Grace,
at once,
in the twinkling of an eye,
have become
a deep reservoir
of Sacred Joy.

“Where sin abounds,
grace abounds even more.”
Romans 5:20

-Hal Edwards
Wauconda
February 18, 2017

I’M LOOKING OVER THE LIFE THAT LIVES ME

I’M LOOKING OVER THE LIFE THAT LIVES ME

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Drawn

To reflect

On the life

That has tricked me,

The life that has blessed me,

I am enticed,

Yes, drawn,

Like a moth into neon light,

To that wonderful

And popular love song

of my early childhood:

 

I’m Looking Over

A four-leafed clover

That I overlooked before.

One leaf is sunshine;

The second is rain;

Third is the roses

That grow in the lane;

No need explaining

The one remaining

Is somebody I adore.

I’m looking over

A four leafed clover

That I overlooked

Before.

 

I see now;

That somebody

“I overlooked before”

Has all too often

Been that

Altogether Me

I kept

hidden

From myself.

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THE IRRATIONALITY OF FORGIVENESS

THE IRRATIONALITY OF FORGIVENESS

 

Jesus Christ!

You got it all

backwards!

Jesus,

I have something

to say to You.

 

I did the right thing!

I chose to love

and respect and serve;

I never once

withheld my commitments.

I did my damned best,

and You

have the audacity

to ask

me

to let go

of all my

 expectations

and to release

that betrayer…

even to forgive him??

 

What are you asking

of me!!

Is Your Jehovah-Abba

for and against

me at the same time?

 

I did the right thing,

I sacrificed and planned ahead

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