Cathedral

 On Monday, I happened to come to the communion table that is the ceanothus.  The sun was shining brightly, and the bees were finding the sustenance for which they had been searching.  The scent was woodsy and ethereal at the same time.  Winged music filled the air.   For some minutes I was held in splendor.   

This poem leads me to believe that I need to read more of Meister Eckhart.  Daniel Ladinsky writes: "His religious writings were so eloquent that they helped evolve the German language."  However it seems that the Cathoic Church of the time accused him of heresy, and may have even destroyed some of his works after his death.   While the Dominican Order has worked to bring Meister Eckhart's brilliancy to light, even  now we continue to hear of churches that fear love. They leave us no alternative but to turn away from such institutions.  We are on a journey to love.       

   

The Hope of Loving   

 

What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure? 

I think it is the hope of loving, 

or being loved.  

  

I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey 

to find its source, and how the moon wept 

without her lover's 

warm gaze.  

  

We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither 

like fields if someone close 

does not rain their 

kindness 

upon 

us.   

     

Meister Eckhart as translated by Daniel Ladinsky

Love Poems from God 

photograph:  San Leandro, March 2021