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unexpected miracles

Robbed and wounded on the road from Jerusalem to Jericho,
you lie in life’s rough ditch, unable.
Your strength and your treasure pass you by.

Your shadow sees you and is moved with compassion.5
Your pain comes to you.
Your failure bends over you.

Your need for forgiveness bathes your wounds.
Your weakness wraps you in clean bands.
Your unworthiness gathers you in knowing arms.

Your brokenness carries you to safe shelter.
Your poverty says, “Treat this one as my Beloved.
I will return, and pay the cost.”

There is no other grace.
There is no less dangerous life.
There is no other salvation.

Who can tell what stranger will be chosen1
without knowledge
as your innkeeper, your care giver?

Who can know what dark Samaritan,
pushed away, will come
back to you in your need?
_________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

we are here to share, live and love with each other

What can we hope for?6
The wisest man ever once said,
All is vanity
He also said, There is a time for every season.
My four year old nephew figures it out,
asking his mom,
So we just keep getting older
and then we die?
The response is,
Yes, that about covers it.
To which he replies,
Oh man.

An 83 year old loses her mental capacities.
She asks, Why are there cowboys and Indians in the yard?
She curses the surgeon who allows her to continue walking.
I wonder, Has he done her a favor?
She asks me,
Can I borrow your scissors to slit my throat?
When I say, No
She responds,
Awwww man.

In this world we are assured
we will have trouble.
There will also be intensely good,
even great, moments.
Life is our gift.
We choose to make it better or bitter.
We live.
We die.
We seek.
We find.

Why are we here?
That question has been asked by many.
Answered in a variety of ways and meanings.

All I have personally found true is:
We are here for love.
To find it.
To give it.
To receive it.
To allow it to flow in us,
around us,
through us,
to us.
We are here to help each other.
To share love and life with one another.

We are all  a part of one.
We are all beloved.

Who am I to judge how we each find this love?
Have I, at long last, become enlightened?
My response to this amazing question,
Oh my!

AL 6/16/13

4

a caregiver’s life

3She woke up with her brother, James, dying.
He was calling her to come,
but she couldn’t.
It happened years ago,
but to her it’s happening now.
It was so real, her grief, sadness, emotion.
I say, I’m sorry.
She has made a mess.
Don’t look at that, she says.
I have to anyway,
somebody has to look.
It won’t clean itself.
She can’t clean herself.
No words come from her mouth
that make sense to either of us this morning.
She could be speaking Russian.
Probably not.
Just consonants.
No vowels coming out.
She’s frustrated.
Falls back to sleep.
Now she’s ready for breakfast.
She’s found some words again.
Eats her eggs.
Delicious, she says.
We come out to the living room to fold laundry.
She struggles through socks and shoes.
The view, and this, room are new to her every morning.
It’s beautiful, she says,
and what a view,
but why did those men bury that big, black dog up there?
Do you see it?
No, I tell her, I don’t see.
Doesn’t mean you don’t see it –
but I can’t see what you are seeing.
Oh, never mind, she says.
She struggles through laundry.
Fighting to remember how to fold each piece.
Is it right?
Perfect, I say
Have you had any complaints about my folding being wrong? She asks.
No, only compliments, I reply,
I’m very thankful for your folding.
She looks out the window in between each new piece.
She wonders why those bigger birds are throwing the small birds off the roof.
Like there are mobster birds up on the roof
bullying the smaller birds for the best view.
It makes me laugh,
and she asks why that’s funny?
I assure her,
we will allow no gangster birds to hang out on the roof.
She says, ok,
but doesn’t look convinced.
It has taken 2 1/2 hours
to complete a small basket of laundry.
I helped with the 3 tshirts she couldn’t figure out.
She’s tired, she says,
by the way,
did you remember to take your bra out of the window?
It’s not even lunchtime.
She falls asleep,
filing her nails.
I write this poem,
trying to recover
from all these emotions.
she has already forgotten,
yet left hanging in the air.

AL 7/2/13

4Let this be your mind today,
your purpose for being here:

not to accomplish tasks,
not to get your way,
not to complete your agenda,

but to share the burdens of those around you,
to lighten the load
of those who walk this life beside you.
You are not asked to solve every problem
or to heal every wound,
but simply to be present
to bear one another’s burdens
so that they do not struggle alone.
In this way Christ is alive in you.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

faith allows for grace in everything

Little Summer Poem Touching the Subject of Faith

by Mary Oliver

Every summerenjoy-every-moment
I listen and look
under the sun’s brass and even
in the moonlight, but I can’t hear

anything, I can’t see anything—
not the pale roots digging down, nor the green stalks muscling up,
nor the leaves
deepening their damp pleats,

nor the tassels making,
nor the shucks, nor the cobs.
And still,
every day,

the leafy fields
grow taller and thicker—
green gowns lifting up in the night,
showered with silk.

And so, every summer,
I fail as a witness, seeing nothing—
I am deaf too
to the tick of the leaves,

the tapping of downwardness from the banyan feet—
all of it
happening
beyond all seeable proof, or hearable hum.

And, therefore, let the immeasurable come.
Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine.
Let the wind turn in the trees,
and the mystery hidden in dirt

swing through the air.
How could I look at anything in this world
and tremble, and grip my hands over my heart?
What should I fear?

One morning
in the leafy green ocean
the honeycomb of the corn’s beautiful body
is sure to be there.

doing all things well

1Have you considered the time of life when you face death? In America, we tend to deny that we will die. Deny that we will not live forever, but the truth is it is appointed unto man to die. No one is exempt and we will all face the transition into the next place (whatever that looks like) and we will be gone from this dimension, this time shall pass and so shall we.

I have always known that, I spent time growing up around death and a lot of funerals as my dad was a pastor and my family sang, but I still remember when I read Stephen Covey’s 7 Habits of Highly Effective People and did the exercise of going forward to my death and looking back – what would I want my life to be about? What would I want to be able to say and hear from others about my life? That exercise helped me in so many ways and I have continued to do it at least once a year – it keeps me growing and also helps me let go of things that I do not want to have in my life if I die tomorrow.

As I read books about The Art of Dying and The art of Being a Healing Presence I realize how important it is to live with the reality of death. Not wishing death, but aware of death. Taking care of the business of my call to live today in the best possible way. I believe the way to die well is to live well.

 

The colors blend
I think about
life
and
death
the importance of doing both well
how does it happen?
how do we live and die with grace?
the longer I live I am more and more convinced
It centers around our
thoughts
which lead us to
choices
our choices are all important
to both our living
and our dying
if I want to die with grace
I must live with grace
to live with grace
I must choose my thoughts wisely
I must listen to the wisdom which tells me,
Guard your heart, child, for everything you do flows from your heart.

AL 6/26/13

Phoebe

PhoebeI sat
stone-like
for days –
maybe weeks –
death still hanging out
smoking a cigarette
waiting for the chance
to conquer and suck
life from my defenseless body

now I realize the wings
I kept hearing
were not birds
as I thought
they were the wings of the
angels keeping watch
protecting
me
as my armor lay in a pile
I sat
staring
absorbing the carnage
wondering
how?
why?
it seemed impossible
I was still alive

AL 1/24/13

The glory of God is hidden in all things. – Steve Garness-Holmes

We want glory. We want joy. We want life to bring us good things and shiny happiness for every moment. With glory, joy, goodness and happiness defined by our own internal vision of what that means. We want God to be our cookie jar and deliver what we pray for in the way we pray for it. Anything less is a disappointment. I’m not judging anyone – it’s how I’ve lived as well. With expectations of what I want just waiting to be delivered, and when it isn’t I get disappointed.

The past 5 months I have gone on a pilgrimage with God. It has been a very, very difficult path to wprayeralk and it has taken me into places of darkness and danger which I did not know existed in my physical living and within my soul. As I continue on this path, it seems, like Buttercup in The Princess Bride, I have made it through the “fire swamp” and definitely through the “pit of despair” and sometimes I get weak knee’d wondering what is ahead. How will I get through any more of this? I am way too tired, weak, afraid and like Wesley(TPB), “I have been mostly dead all day”.

The truly amazing revelations which I have experienced over these past months are new revelations of the magnitude of God. Our faith is all about personal experience and my experiences have been vivid and dramatically life-changing. I have felt the heart of Jesus as he ached to show and share with Jerusalem (and the world) his love with his cry, ‘O Jerusalem, how often…but you would not”; I have experienced the heart of Mary as she stepped out-of-the-way and said, “Do to me what you have said”; I have connected to the truth of the Psalmist as he wrote, “Where can I go from Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your presence”?; I have lain on the ash heap with Job as God spoke and said, “Where were you when I laid the foundations?” and I have found the truth of the faith that is pleasing to God, which is obedience. It is not about giving God things that I want. It is about the path that goes where I would not go myself, only from a heart of unconditional, passionate and unlimited love, and staying there in these hard places out of obedience, because of that love.

I have found that commitment and my obedience are my “reasonable service”. I have had no place to go and God has been in that non-place with me. I have never been alone and I have not gotten safely through because I am so brave and strong. God has brought me every breath.

As this New Year gets into full swing, my prayer is for God’s wisdom. Everything I knew before has been upset like the proverbial apple cart, and I am undone. I am weak and tired. I am humbled and I am open to what God has prepared for me to do, as I continue to be obedient and offer my life as a love song.

 

The Wise Ask God for Wisdom
by Rick Warren
“If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.” (James 1:5 NIV)

Need wisdom? We all do. And the good news is that God wants to give it to you. He is eager to do so.

Just like it pleased God when Solomon asked for wisdom (1 Kings 3:7-14), it pleases God when we ask for wisdom. It’s God’s nature to give. He is a giving God.

The Bible says in James 1:5, “If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.” (NIV)

This verse says three things about how God gives wisdom. He does so:

  • Continually. “Ask God who gives …” In Greek this is in the continuous tense.
    He keeps on giving. He doesn’t run out of energy. He never wears out.
  • Generously. God’s resources are unlimited. He has enough resources for everyone.
    He’s got plenty of wisdom to go around.
  • Cheerfully. James says God gives “without finding fault.” God loves to give.
    It’s in his nature to give! Don’t get embarrassed to ask. He wants to give you wisdo
  • Talk about it – Where do you need wisdom? Got a big decision coming with your career, your marriage, or your kids?  
    If you want wisdom from God, you’ve got to ask! If you ask, he’ll give it. How will believing this change the way you make future decisions?

Hello Life

I am heavy
Stepping with sand-bag feet
Slow
Hello life11 healing

 In this dark day
I look for beauty
     It’s always there

I wonder if I would have jumped
     or just gone back to die
If I had really known how hard it would be
year after year
on and on
with no relief
If I had known this day would be waiting for me

Do I really believe it will ever get better?
No answer comes
I move away from the question
I made my choice –
     it was the harder one

I go curl up in fetal position
In the Legacy Garden
On the round plaque with Wendell Berry’s words of understanding

     I part the out thrusting branches
     And come in beneath the blessed and the blessing trees. awendell berry
     Though I am silent
     There is singing around me.
     Though I am dark
     There is vision around me.
     Though I am heavy
There is flight around me.
                                    –  Wendell Berry

 I lay on the words
feel them
seeping in to my body
connecting me
comforting me
Life continues to flow

There is goodness right here in the dark
I can acknowledge it

I look up at the roof of the gondola
branches of painted ever-green summer leaves

Who cares if someone sees me?

P.S.  there ought to be a raven here somewhere

AL 12/3/12

a Psalm of David

Psalm 23

David declares, The Lord is my shepherd.

1 The Lord is my ashepherd; I shall not want.

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

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God’s grace covers us all~
Regardless of who we are and what we bring...He loves us.
In sickness, rebellion, fear, and abandonment…He loves us.
With all the stories we bring from our past…He loves us.
In our times of great joy and terrible despair…He loves us. 

Do you ever question God’s love for you?

He absolutely loves you.

Words and Photo from by:
Junelle Jacobsen
blog~ http://www.yes-and-amen.com/

In August I did a Newsletter Issue featuring Junelle and her awesome inspiration over at
http://songsfromthevalley.com/August%2012%205.13%20Inspiration.pdf

 

more thoughts on ‘but if not…’

        Job said, “I cry to you and you do not answer me;
                I stand, and you merely look at me.”
Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind:
        “Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth?
                Tell me, if you have understanding.
        Who determined its measurements—
                surely you know!
        Or who stretched the line upon it?
                On what were its bases sunk?
        Who laid its cornerstone
                when the morning stars sang together
                and all the heavenly beings shouted for joy?
        Or who shut in the sea with
                when it burst out from the womb?”
                          —Job. 30.20, 38.4-8

We want answers.

God gives us presence,
but not answers.
Loving attention, gazing at us from within,
faithful companionship,
walking with us through this amazing Creation,
all of it fashioned in a love and wisdom
that we can’t comprehend,
with wild art and crazy beauty
and boundless love–
this Creation that holds us and births us
and cherishes us even in our mortal unravelings,
offers us delights in its steady hands,
even in our tragedies–
reverence that ours can’t even imitate,
purpose that the human mind can’t read
any better than the poetry of the time before time,
forgiveness, mercy and delight–
but not answers.

Beyond all suffering and pleasure,
reason and meaning,
our desperate clutch at making sense,
the love God gives us
doesn’t need to become any less
than perfect mystery.

No answer,
just God.

______________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

We tend to want what we want. Especially in our leaps of faith. I think most of us decide what we think we want before we take the leap of faith. I know for many years I had this vision of what life would be when I leap off the cliff. I had plans a – zz, and when things started going off track then I would try something new. I always had a new plan.

Over years of walking in faith, in which life was in NO WAY how I thought it should be, I came to a place in my healing where I asked the question, ‘What if my life never gets better? What if THIS is the life God wants for me. What if I die here in obscurity, in poverty, in pain, in a terrible relationship, with unresolved business, in hunger, never knowing my children, or doing anything very worthy as far as the world is concerned? What if this is my life? What if I never get to heal,  hold my grandchildren, or help anyone else through tough times, or use what I have been through for good, or even eat good food again? What if never gets better?’

When I came to this question I was about 11 years into the journey. I had walked through 11 really bad years. I mean REALLY bad years. I had held onto my faith in this walk through year after year, always believing there was a reason. I had hit walls a few times, but always got back up. Always believed it would get better. Making very difficult choices towards healing, towards joy, living in thankfulness. Continuing to have hope during the darkness when the light within me was, sometimes, only a tiny flame trying to hold on during a wind storm of magnificent proportions.

Suddenly I came face to face with the horrible truth. All of these years it just kept being bad, getting badder. There was no movement in a better direction and suddenly I had to face this brutal truth. Maybe this was what I was supposed to be doing. Maybe this was it for me! Bam! In your face. What now?  I had thought there was a glorious purpose for me. I had visualized standing on a world stage singing to many people and sharing my story. That was my vision. What if it was MY vision. It was a great vision…I had thought that God had placed those desires in my heart…but if not….what then? Could I accept it? Could I continue to praise? Could I bring God glory in the gray? Could I say, ‘not my will, but thine be done’?

And so a choice was upon me.

And as I lay there thinking of this most startling and horrid thought, the words of Job came to me, ‘though he slay me, still will I trust Him’ – Job 13:15. My obedience was all I was able to give to this God of such magnitude and mystery who I had experienced on this journey of grace and miracles. I wouldn’t trade this love, peace and joy for anything this world could offer me. Being uncomfortable, being hungry was a small price to pay. I would follow on, and die right there if that was God’s plan.

I began to understand what it means to ‘take up your cross daily’. To stop visualizing ‘better days’, but to find the grace to be in that particular moment and create my life each moment for God. Not in the future, but the right now. I began to understand why ‘mercies are new every morning’. I began to live, like Mother Teresa advised, ‘If you can’t feed one hundred, feed one’. I began to see, even more intensely, how important it is to live this moment. This moment is your life. We have no guarantee. Don’t wait. Don’t cling. Enter this moment and live it. It has changed me, and changed how I proceed, how I view success. How I experience my own belovedness. How I interact with the people who filter through my life every day. It lead me to begin the newsletter. It has lead me right here.

The hardest thing for me is to step out in faith without a plan. I want a plan. I have great plans! I have a wonderful imagination! I want ideas to try, and people to ask. I want to ‘make things happen’ – I can run myself in circles, stay busy doing nothing of value and make things look like I got it under control. I’m good at it! ha What I’m not so good at? Patience. Waiting. Resting. Letting go. I have learned I am free to choose – and I have decided to choose God.

I am currently living, once again, on the delicate limb of faith, hanging off a cliff with sharp rocks, raging water and hungry alligators down below me. It is a difficult, uncomfortable and exhausting place to be. I am living every moment with the choice of what I do in the space of ‘but if not…’

and, here I stand and I say, ‘give me grace for today, Lord. strengthen me in this moment and the next. My God is so big, I know there is only good from this love beyond my comprehension. Not my will. Move me out of the way. Help me let go. My God will deliver, but if not…I still will not stop my praise for my God who has poured out so much blessing on me. For all that’s been done for me! I am loved and I must pour out my love in return. Freely. I pour out my life as a puddle of praise and obedience. I have found this love that has healed my life and I am blessed beyond what I can ever comprehend! Blessed am I among women. In everything give thanks becaue everything is grace.

This is not the easy choice – but it the only choice which matters!

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