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04/05/2003 Entry: ""Shifting Sand""
Next week, I've been invited to lead a service in Port-au-Prince. Here's a sneak preview from the opening words:
"They say that time is just shifting sand, Spirit of All Life,
That all things shall pass, including us; our love and pain alike
Shall one day rejoin the Source and rise again as a new dream we cannot imagine.
Yet in the middle of that flux, in the apex of that flowing,
We find ourselves mired in routine,
Watching days go by that we call ordinary.
How can we bat an eyelash at Creation
When our shape within it is but a flicker of a starlight,
Quicker than the flutter of butterfly wings?
When the sand shifts too fast and we find ourselves stumbling in strangeness
Vaulted into situations where we are too stunned to speak
Or too overwhelmed to think,
We find ourselves looking back towards the mundane,
Longing for the surety of schedules and the guarantee of the given
Rather than grappling with the unexpected, the sudden, the foreign.
Perhaps it is in these times, O Holy Love,
When every glance of the eye finds us somewhere
We did not count on,
Awkwardly dancing a rhythm that is tricky on the feet,
That we are truly made alive.
Overcoming that which we call normal
If not by chance but by our will to outdo the overdone
Places our hands where they can best learn and
Gives passionate music to the heart that it can best beat along with
All for the sake of living in concordance with a Universe that is wild and unpredictable by nature,
All for the sake of waking us up, shaking us down, and putting our souls to the purpose
For which they were made;
To live well, to give rightly, and to love strongly.
So here we are, where we are meant to be,
Doing Work we are meant to do,
Out of place, yes, but not out of our heads,
But finally, in our right minds."
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