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

THE COURAGE TO BECOME

THE COURAGE TO BECOME

Michelangelo’s unfinished statues, Florence, Italy

Here I am

Approaching eighty

And I remain

Perfectly incomplete,

Facing my angels and demons,

Trudging and soaring

Through the uncharted

Times and throes

Of my own existence.

What will it take to

Graduate beyond

“looking into the glass darkly?”

What will it take to

Reside consistently

In Nirvana,

“See things face to face”

 and

Be completely at peace

With myself

In all circumstances?

Oh, I keep waiting for,

Looking for,

The Golden Ring,

The ring of power

And Wisdom,

And presence,

And perfection.

I venture forward

Through time and hope

Looking for

My own finished product…

When I can finally (!!)

Look at it

Like some perfected portrait,

And say,

“Well done.  Its finished!”

Well, really I don’t.

Something in me likes to

Grow,

Attracts the tension between

Here and there,

Abhors the boredom of

Something forever finished.

Perhaps already I am

While I am not

What I shall be.

Perhaps I am not

What I shall never be.

Perhaps, just perhaps,

There will all-ways remain

A transformative perfection

In the core and fabric

Of my obvious and eternal

Becoming.

Does it mean,

Within the

Perfect and complex

imperfections

of my

Uncharted becomings,

that

I am actively present

 in the

Awesome grace

Of always Becoming….

Of always….

Being??

While creation

Continues

“from glory to glory,”

through chaos and order,

forever

tapping into this Mysterious More,

I find myself

Caught and blessed

Within the vortex

Of

A breathtaking actuality of being.

-Hal Edwards

Wauconda

March 11, 2013