Tuesday, March 29, 2011
True blindness
“My darkness has been filled with the light of intelligence, and behold, the outer day-lit world was stumbling and groping in social blindness”
The more excellent way, indeed
Blind Obsession
http://wwwstaff.murdoch.edu.au/~loader/MtLent4.htm
Monday, March 28, 2011
Blindness
The teacher from the north
came, according to the writer,
so that those who are blind
might be made able to see;
and so that those whose sight is normal
might be rendered blind.
What a puzzle!
Elsewhere, in a similar vein,
another writer tells us, the teacher
talks of people who cannot see
who offer themselves
as guides to others.
Our blind leaders are many;
their popularity in the present age
continues undiminished..
Some consume the captive inches
of self-righteous newspaper columns
with their superior wisdom;
whilst others utter their shrill
prognostications
over compromised airwaves
for an uncritical audience
which takes smug reassurance
in the confirmation of its prejudices.
Still others rail with conceit
from the house upon democracy’s hill.
Like the failed prophets of the past,
these various blind guides
trade upon cheap outrage
and even cheaper fears.
Leading their followers in deluded triumph
on their anxious path,
they arrive at a sad place where others
will be required to pay the costs
and where they will unwittingly
participate in their own destruction.
©2011 Ken Rookes
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Providence is ....
Living Water Prayer
O God,
You still the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, the tumult of the peoples.
Distant peoples stand in awe of your marvels; east and west you make resound with joy.
You visit the earth and water it, make it abundantly fertile.
Your stream is filled with water; with it you supply the world with grain.
Thus do you prepare the earth: you drench plowed furrows, and level their ridges.
With showers you keep the ground soft, blessing its young sprouts.
You adorn the year with your bounty; your paths drip with fruitful rain.
The untilled meadows also drip; the hills are robed with joy.
have failed to recognize our relationship with Sister Water,
have not used water wisely,
have not called others to awareness,
have thoughtlessly polluted instead of protected our water sources,
have ignored the needs of our brothers and sisters around the world.
(Franciscans International, April 2005)
that our prayer, fasting, and almsgiving may strengthen us
to live according to your Word.
Through Christ our Lord.
Amen.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Water of Life
Last night as I was sleeping
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.
Last night as I slept,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.
-Antonio Machado 1875-1939
Monday, March 21, 2011
Jacob's Well
At the well I found a stranger
and a polite request for water.
It was a hot day,
and the man had no bucket.
A Jew, I thought to myself;
still, at that moment
he was no different than I,
thirsty, and in need of a drink.
I gave him more than that,
flirted with him, (old habits!),
and asked how he could stand
to accept a drink from a foreign woman.
Taking the cup with a laugh, and a wink,
he made a joke
about water which refreshes
and lasts for ever.
Give me some! I said,
chuckling at the thought
of being spared my daily routine.
Imagine my surprise when he did!
I still walk to the well every day
to draw water; but now it is no chore,
now it is pilgrimage,
now it is worship.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The longest and hardest journey
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
The focus
from http://wwwstaff.murdoch.edu.au/~loader/MkTrinity.htm
Monday, March 14, 2011
Sometimes I am born from above
Sometimes I am born from above;
my spirit soars and I sense
that greater Spirit touching and caressing
my soul. Perhaps it is merely
my imagination, but I feel myself
rising above my petty concerns,
my selfish fears. In these moments
my soul sings with Dame Julian,
all shall be well;
and my conviction grows deeply
that I must employ all my best efforts
to make it so.
At other times
I find myself firmly tethered
to this dust-filled earth, and those same
inward preoccupations push urgently
and insistently to the front,
and I worry, like the man in the story;
will I have enough, and have I got it right,
and will those gates be opened to me?
Sometimes I am born from above
and I feel the Spirit’s wind blowing,
blowing, and hear her singing
with words outrageous
and melody unconstrained;
thus I find myself moving awkwardly
but unembarrassed amidst rhythms
half-learned, infused with life
and never fully understood.
© 2011 Ken Rookes
Another new one. I hope you enjoy it.
Nicodemus
Late at night we become emboldened
and allow deep-within doubts
to glimpse, as it were,
the light of day.
So the teacher of Israel comes
in darkness to talk with the man
whose words glimmer
like a lake beneath a full moon.
A staccato celebration of questions,
a shimmer of provocations,
gleaming surprises,
and glistening affirmations;
of sparkling water, rushing wind,
and life.
©Ken Rookes
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Wilderness questions
Every day for forty days,
or thereabouts, the wilderness Jesus
awakens among the rocks and the dust
to face his ever-present question.
He yearns for the divine words to come,
for the answer to be chiselled among the rocks;
to either confirm his crazy notions
or to set him free.
Then he might return to his friendly
mallet, plane and carpenter’s bench.
and his dreams could embrace
the possibilities of an ordinary life,
with the more regular adventures
of home, wife and parenthood.
As the pangs of hunger grow
his senses sharpen in intensity;
and the testings build.
It is the wild thoughts,
the uninvited ones that have intruded
for some time now
(or have they always been there?)
that force their ascendancy
over the good and respectable ones.
The wilderness Jesus sighs,
not with regret,
but with an aching determination.
It will be difficult;
it might even be lonely.
© Ken Rookes 2011
and a new one!
But I can be tempted
In checkout-counter lives
thin red light beams
scan codes of curious lines
and compute the total
from the self-serving selection
in my full trolley basket,
(never quite under my control);
and the swiping eftpos plastic card
makes the painless payment
for the saturated-time pleasures,
high-comfort indulgences,
and gratifications
that will not be kept waiting.
At thirty-day intervals, approximately,
the statement from my soul shows
that I have little in reserve,
neither cash nor kind,
to feed the hungry or help the poor,
or to stand up for what is just;
and the words long ago spoken
by another who was tempted
return to remind me
that there are other ways to be.
Ah, but I can be tempted.
© Ken Rookes
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
A Lenten Prayer
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
living by vision
~ Walter Wink
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Summonsed
Moses rises early
combs his beard; long, white,
and shining with heaven's light
– a permanent state now,
not the slowly fading glow
of the mountain encounters of his prime.
Wheeling down celestial corridors,
he interrupts Elijah
in the closing stages of his preparations;
and wonders if the fiery chariot,
of which his companion was wont to boast,
will be assigned to them.
They have been summonsed
to appear once more
on a mountain. Not Sinai,
where he once met with Yahweh
and was given Yahweh's laws;
and where, centuries later,
his frightened companion also
met his Lord, and was recalled
to his prophetic duties.
No, not Sinai,
(or Horeb as Elijah insisted),
but a more modest peak.
Their assignment, however,
is no less lofty. There they will glow bright
together with God's beloved,
and join to confirm
his engagement with destiny.
Transfiguration
The neon-light Jesus
glows large
on the top of the hill
with his co-luminaries,
mystifying a select audience.
Not for general exhibition.
Just a flash
before the cloud is lowered
and the divine voice-over.
Later, on another hill,
the curtain is lifted for ever
on a black silhouette;
arms outstretched
against a darkened sky.
Finis.
© Ken Rookes
Prayers for Transfiguration Sunday
Let’s go up the mountain.
Let’s go up to the place where the land meets the sky
where the earth touches the heavens,
to the place of meeting,
to the place of mists,
to the place of voices and conversations,
to the place of listening.
Prayer
O God,
We open our eyes and we see Jesus,
the months of ministry transfigured to a beam of light,
the light of the world,
your light.
May your light shine upon us.
We open our eyes and we see Moses and Elijah,
your word restoring us, showing us the way,
telling a story,
your story, his story, our story.
May your word speak to us.
We open our eyes and we see mist,
the cloud of your presence
which assures us of all we do not know
and that we do not need to fear that.
Teach us to trust.
We open our eyes and we see Peter’s constructions,
his best plans, our best plans,
our missing the point,
our missing the way.
Forgive our foolishness and sin
We open our eyes and we see Jesus,
not casting us off,
but leading us down, leading us out -
to ministry, to people.
Your love endures forever.
We open our ears and we hear your voice,
‘This is my beloved Son, listen to him!’
And we give you thanks.
Amen
prepared by William Loader 2/2001
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