Dear Hearts,
In the midst of political tremors, under sunless skies, and through relationship terrors, there is bed where we can rest. There is choice that we can make. There is a Friend who is reborn each time we pause to receive God’s peace.
The world seemed particularly difficult and cruel this week. It takes enormous strength to rest, to trust, to bless those whom seem to attack our innocence. Perhaps the words that came to me, will help you find serenity. Below, is my conversation with Jess.
We meet tomorrow at 7:30 at St. Michael’s Church. 112 Randolph Ave, Milton. Together we will take the deep pause that renews, restores and blesses.
Looking forward to repose in Christ with you.
all love,
marybeth
(marybeth)
I will rest
so I can offer you rest.
I will rest
so waking may be possible
for us.
I will rest
leaving time orphaned
that you may find
this pause,
a bridge;
feet growing softer,
softer with each step,
climbing into the mystery
that calls us from distress.
The sounds of the world below
are fading,
our hearts already
far ahead,
beyond the body
which lumbers slowly
with aches
and anxious dreads.
Still and calm I settle,
poised in awareness
of all that wrestles,
pulling back on distraction,
pulling in from attention.
You said,
Peace is mine.
I would receive it,
become it. Be It,
that all people
gnashing worry-worn teeth
may taste the sweetness
of Your Presence.
Twisted wits
bring undue stress.
Let us rest
for a moment —
offer a holy instant,
deepening ,opening
this shallow, trepid breath.
Quiet may not seem
like a gift.
To the marathon mind
it feels like death;
to the alpha achiever
a vapid, wasteful loss.
How upside down
my vision,
how heavy the ego cross.
I am putting down my
defenses… now
that is my gift,
that is my power.
(Jess)
I seek this rest you offer.
I long for defenselessness.
Child of God, like a babe in My arms,
I drape you in Christ’s Composure.
Like a babe in your womb,
I’m conceived anew,
What Love Created beautiful.
What creates love
still shining, true.
Hush, my holy heart.
Hush and birth Me through.
Patient is my peace.
Patience waits for you.
(marybeth)
I will rest
sink deep into your bed,
Jess,
that all of mind’s
broken backs
will feel Your Light caress.
Sacred pillows,
placid brows,
this is in Our Power now.
(Jess)
To find such rest
takes great strength.
(marybeth)
I want it.
Can we have it?
Can we give it?
Can we breathe it
all together as One?
Can I be so strong, Jess
as to bear All Mighty Peace?