Revisiting

 On Wednesday, I was poking around one of my bookcases again, in search of a poem. Every Wednesday, two friends and I gather. I read a poem, and we then meditate for about 20 minutes, and then I read the poem again. The discussion that follows is always enriching.  

In yesterday's search, I came across a small publication, Sacred Journey, The Journal of Fellowship in Prayer, Spring 2011, vol. 62, no. 2.  I pulled it out, and noticed a bookmark. As I opened the marked page, I remembered that I had a poem published in that publication. I was re-discovering my own poem.    

As I read it, I smiled. The same question I was pondering then, I am still pondering.  What I wrote then I could write today.  I remember writing it in the predawn. I was sitting in the same place I am now. I am writing this not quite as early in the day. I am moving more slowly because of  a case of Covid. This morning there is no rain; the sun is shining. Yet the question remains after all these years. 

I know I shared this poem after I wrote it because first of all that is what I do, and secondly, I remember a friend's written one word response. Her physical health had deteriorated considerably by then, and her one word then, and now seems generous. Her "Wow" still reverberates through the stillness of time. 

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By what name do I call God? Neither this question nor the poem may be completed in my lifetime. This morning it is enough just to love the beautiful light.  

  

This morning I call God Essence

and I call God Rain  

and I call God Coffee, 

strong dark and fortifying 

and Apple, 

the sweet harvest.  

   

I call God Candle, 

that lights my way 

from slumber. 

  

I call God the Book of Meditations 

that calls my heart to the 

Heart that yearns to call us Home. 

   

As I wonder what to call God this morning, 

I hear the answer, 

   

Everywhere. 

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image was taken in San Leandro, August 2023

   

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