Dear Sweet Listeners,
I wrote the poem below, “In Honor of the Beloved”, about two years ago. I remember waking up at 3:30 am and the poem just spilled out as if it had been waiting forever for me to pick up the pen. When I re-read it again now, it touches my heart. It's as if someone very dear to me wrote it, and it feels like a very old friend. It's surprising that I'm actually the poet and I'm also deeply receiving the message of the poem.
Everything in the poem happened on one very ordinary day. I love how the poem steps away from “duality” thinking and embraces all of daily life as a part of God.
In Honor of the Beloved
When the first fear awakened me this morning
and I welcomed it, and then it turned
a turquoise blue color, You were there…
And then I thought about how You are with me
all day and throughout the night.
You are there when I give the birds
fresh food and water…
And, You are there when I put the
purple down quilt in the dryer so
that I can warm it up and wrap it around myself
for my morning meditation.
Just before I enter the silence, I notice You staring
back at me in the orange, red and mauve corrugated tulips…
You are there when I play ball toss with our yellow lab...
You dine with me whether I gobble my food down or
chew it slowly….
When I say grace, I’m having a conversation with You,
The Beloved of my Heart.
When I head off to work and almost get a traffic ticket
for changing lanes and the cop is loud and defensive
And I am kind and then I get a warning instead,
you are there.
Next day when my car won’t start, it’s my neighbor
who takes me to work, You again…
When I sit with clients here in Santa Fe or conference
call with them from Alaska, California, Boston, Arizona,
Salt Lake City or the Ukraine,
You sit with us and I am Your hollow flute and You are my voice…
When my dear friend takes me to the doctor to cushion potential bad
news and then later she brings her jumper cables over to
start my VW Bug, that’s You in disguise.
When I send in my donation to co-foster the 2 year old orphaned
elephant in Africa named Olare’, it’s You providing the funds.
And, when I go to sleep tonight, it’ll be You tucking me in
and reminding me that we are having another sleepover…
And I remind myself, the thing is that You are also THERE,
TRULY THERE ---
when I get the ticket, the battery is dead, the funds are not there
and if the diagnosis were terrible. You see me through and You are
the name of my TRUEST RESILIENCY…
Thanks for listening,
The poem is my gift to you this week!
I love you, Patricia