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Fire haiku

November 18, 2011

Bring the bitter boughs:

throw them on the fire of Love

until they burn sweet.

(Message that came to me during Meeting for Worship while visiting Chatham-Summit Meeting: a haiku version of an image that first came to me at a Powell House retreat on “Dealing with Difficult People.”)

Seated around a virtual campfire, we were asked what about ourselves we’d like to throw in.  My bitterness, I thought.  If I were to throw that in the campfire it would be a log heavy with bitter sap. But the campfire, the refiner’s fire, isn’t just destructive but transformative.  What began as bitter is broken down and made anew as sweet-smelling smoke.

I know I am as He created me

November 11, 2010

I am as God created me.
           — A Course in Miracles,
Workbook Lessons 94, 110 

I know I am as He created me,
Simple and innocent, even as at the start.
The one who knows is not the one you see

Caught in this dream and struggling to break free.
Though hunger and anger be seen to mar His art,
I know I am as He created me,

And separation’s but some fantasy.
So long as we seem creatures set apart,
The one who knows is not the one you see,

For You, He and I must one forever be:
You see the eyes and skin; but He, the heart.
I know I am as He created me;
The one who knows is not the one you see.

The End

July 9, 2010

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. – Revelation 21:4 (AV)

And God will wipe away all tears from our eyes,
Will surely wipe away all tears from our eyes.

Inclined no way but One, we lose all dread;
Unthreatened, we disarm all spears from our eyes.

Righteousness, peace, and joy are over all things spread!
There vanish memories of fears from our eyes.

Is this perfection not just as the prophets said?
The cloud of doubting disappears from our eyes.

All separation overcome, all self-will dead,
Time’s function filled, there fall all years from our eyes.

Those new names, true names written in the old ones’ stead
Dissolve in glory with the tears from our eyes.