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sabrinamariThe following poem/prayer is by Deena Metzger, and is from the book Prayers for a Thousand Years, edited by Elizabeth Roberts and Elias Amidon:
God, in Your form of Beauty, be with us.
May our hearts be broken. May our prayers be sufficient to feel the heartbreak of God.
We want to be God in all the ways that are not the ways of God, in what we hope is indestructible or unmoving. But God is the most fragile, a bare smear of pollen, that scatter of yellow dust from the tree that tumbled over in a storm of grief and planted itself again. God is the death agony of a frog that cannot find a water in time of the drought of our creation. God is the scream of the rabbit caught in the fires we set. God is the One whose eyes never close and who hears everything.
Even if nothing can be fixed, let the vision reconstitute us through a pinhole in time and space — a vision of the lonely God carrying the burden of universal sorrow. Let us take Her in our arms. Let us stroke His temples.
These are our tasks. Let us learn the secret language of light again. Also the letters of the dark. Learn the flight patterns of birds, the syllables of wolf howl and bird song, the moving pantomime of branch and leaf, valleys and peaks of whale calls, the long sentences of ants moving in unison, the combinations and recombinations of clouds, the codices of stars. Let us, thus, reconstitute the world, sign by sign and melody by melody.
Let us sing the world back into the very Heart of the Holy Name of God.
—Deena Metzger in Prayers for a Thousand Years, edited by Elizabeth Roberts and Elias Amidon
God, in Your form of Beauty, be with us.
May our hearts be broken. May our prayers be sufficient to feel the heartbreak of God.
We want to be God in all the ways that are not the ways of God, in what we hope is indestructible or unmoving. But God is the most fragile, a bare smear of pollen, that scatter of yellow dust from the tree that tumbled over in a storm of grief and planted itself again. God is the death agony of a frog that cannot find a water in time of the drought of our creation. God is the scream of the rabbit caught in the fires we set. God is the One whose eyes never close and who hears everything.
Even if nothing can be fixed, let the vision reconstitute us through a pinhole in time and space — a vision of the lonely God carrying the burden of universal sorrow. Let us take Her in our arms. Let us stroke His temples.
These are our tasks. Let us learn the secret language of light again. Also the letters of the dark. Learn the flight patterns of birds, the syllables of wolf howl and bird song, the moving pantomime of branch and leaf, valleys and peaks of whale calls, the long sentences of ants moving in unison, the combinations and recombinations of clouds, the codices of stars. Let us, thus, reconstitute the world, sign by sign and melody by melody.
Let us sing the world back into the very Heart of the Holy Name of God.
—Deena Metzger in Prayers for a Thousand Years, edited by Elizabeth Roberts and Elias Amidon
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Date: 2005-03-23 02:05 pm (UTC)Let us sing the world back into the very Heart of the Holy Name of God."
How this resonates in me! I have been singing to, for, about and within God for most of my life---and I never tire of the mystery, the wonder of that complete immersion. A friend of mine is thinking about becoming a Pagan, but mourns the loss of his Christian musical roots---he thinks he will miss singing the beautiful songs he loves. I told him that as long as he knows who God is in his heart, then he will have no problem singing those songs. We think of God as Father---but God is Mother as well. We give them both names---Father, Herne, Cernunnos, Odin, Zeus---Mother, Inanna, Aradia, Diana, Freya------but the Divine is always the Divine. We just attempt to name it in order to grasp and understand our very selves since we, too, are Divine.
"When I gaze into the night skies and see the work of your fingers---the moon and stars suspended in space. Oh, what is man that you are mindful of him? YOu have given man a crown of glory and honor and have made him a little lower than the angels. You have put him in charge of all creation---the beasts of the field, the birds of the air, the fish of the sea. Oh, what IS man that you are mindful of him?
Oh Lord, our God, the majesty and glory of your name transcends the earth and fills the heavens! Oh Lord, our God, little children praise you perfectly, and so would we---Alleluia!"
Now, this is a Christian anthem, based on Psalm 8 in the Bible. But look at the pictures that the words evoke---and the Lord is also the Lady, and all of us are part of them both. The wonder, the awe, the joy----all of it is us, about us, for us. What more is there?
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Date: 2005-03-23 06:02 pm (UTC)