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

FEAR AND LOVE

 

FEAR AND LOVE

 

Sometimes

it takes

ten thousand years

to come into Love.

 

Sometimes

it takes

milliseconds

to come into Love.

 

Something deep

and eternal

in the soul of us

seeks and knows

Love.

 

Love brought us here

and Love

welcomes us

into Itself.

 

While Fear merely thinks,

Love always knows.

 

Will and

readiness

to trust

through and beyond

Fear

opens this Door.

 

Without fear

we would not come to trust;

without trust

we would not know Love,

because we cannot think Love,

we can only

receive and give Love.

We can only know Love.

 

Fear is the

chasm of control,

the traumatic fog

where rational ego

is tricked

by an invisible Force.

 

Fear is a ravenous river

capable of drowning all

desires and attachments

of a lifetime.

 

Fear exposes

the Other Side

of our preferred identity,

our dark and denied,

our lost and orphaned,

awaiting Love’s Perfection.

 

Without Fear’s mentorship

we could not know Love—

nor our true Self.

 

Facing and embracing

Brother Fear,

we realize

our total Union

in Sister Love;

for Love awaits us

within

each wounded treasure,

now finally restored,

made safe and

humbled

by gentleness.

 

Hal Edwards

May 28, 2015

Wauconda

DO YOU LOVE ME?

DO YOU LOVE ME?

“Do you love me?”

This phrase enhances

all mystical depths and

countless nuances

down through

the centuries.

“Do you love me?”

“Simon, do you love me?”

Jesus asks Simon Peter,

walking along the seashore,

past nagging awkward shadows

of Simon’s cowardly denial,

“Peter, do you love me?”

“Do you love me?”

Tevye asks Golde, after 25 years

of marriage,

as they

fiddle on the roof

of volatile reverses,

eking out a living

in awkward Anatevka.

“Do you love me?”

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

wrote to Robert,

“How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.

I love thee

to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach….

I love thee freely….

I love thee purely….

I love thee with the

breath, smiles, tears

of all my life;

and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee

better after death.”

To know

that you have loved;

that you have been loved…

to know

that you remain loving;

to know,

even when deprived of love—

when tricked and betrayed

by lesser loves—

that you

love deeper still

without hesitation—

that, dear soul,

is to know

the deepest joy

of humankind.

So, says the Nazarene Lover,

“Let us

love one another

with depth

and integrity…

Love one another

as I have loved you.”

Hal Edwards

Wauconda

January 15, 2015

THERE COMES A TIME

THERE COMES A TIME

 

There comes a time

when Love has

spoken Its final word,

when Life has

been lived fully,

when all that can be

given

has been offered,

without question,

without reluctance,

without regret.

There comes a time

when there is

nothing more to say,

nothing more to do,

nothing more give.

Nothing is left

to do,

to say,

to give,

to pray.

All becomes Love

with no remnants

remaining.

Then Love

has loved

and continues

to Love,

completing

Love’s highest

Love.

-Hal Edwards

September 2, 2013

Wauconda

LOOKING BACKWARDS INTO THE FUTURE

LOOKING BACKWARDS INTO THE FUTURE

Top Left: My first backyard tea party; Bottom Left: Brother Kemp with my arm on his shoulder; Hal Feather and brothers

Transported
Back into time
For nearly four hours,
I poured
Through
Twenty-nine
Photograph albums
That
Spanned
Seventy-seven
Short years.

A virtual myriad
Of faces
And places,
Events,
Feelings,
Hindsights,
Insights,

And

Profound gratitude
Fill
My hallway
Of memories.

Relatives and
Friends, Neighbors,
Co-workers,
Close family members,
And familiar faces
Provided
A relational
Compass
for
My journey—
Their
Influence
Upon my life
Remains
Solid
And
Invisible.

Twenty-nine albums
Recording numerous
Births and birthdays,
Marriages, funerals,
Holidays and vacations,
Each person
And event
A veritable reminder
That existence is
Wondrously and consistently
About loss and suffering and healing,
And life is
really and finally
About Giftedness, Oneness and Growing.

As I ascended
My basement stairs from
Being dumbfounded
and submerged into
My prolific
Photographic
Time tunnel,
I realized
I was
Literally
Lost and found
in an
Altered state
Of
Time-consciousness.

Awakening to
The way
Things are now,
I
feel the warmth of
Tale-tell tears
That flow
From my
Right eye.

Every photograph
That re-membered my
Forgotten memories
Remains
Solid evidence
That
Grace and truth
Outlive
Everything
But
Love.

-Hal Edwards
November 3, 2012
Wauconda, IL

IF I CAN LIVE

IF I CAN LIVE

Sunrise in Puerto Vallarta, pix by Hal Edwards

If I can live
into the face of
living and dying
into my final breath,
and into death itself,
with
every amend made,
every prayer prayed,
every inner idiot embraced,
every debt paid,
every relationship healed,
every opposite integrated,
every imperfection owned,
every gift offered up,
then my act of dying
is an offering of love
which can never perish.