Listening on a Zoom this week
to a colleague who ministers in Lismore…
listening to stories of sandbags and tin boats
listening to the open mouth shock
and the anger
that this climate crisis gallops apace…
Listening to the news that floodplains which held housing and supermarkets and primary schools may never be built upon again.
Listening to the cry of the heart: how long oh god before we wake up and take real action…
As we enter into Lent
let us repent and turn towards the light…
The Opening of Eyes
That day I saw beneath dark clouds
the passing light over the water
and I heard the voice of the world speak out,
I knew then, as I had before
life is no passing memory of what has been
nor the remaining pages in a great book
waiting to be read.
It is the opening of eyes long closed.
It is the vision of far off things
seen for the silence they hold.
It is the heart after years
of secret conversing
speaking out loud in the clear air.
It is Moses in the desert
fallen to his knees before the lit bush.
It is the man throwing away his shoes
as if to enter heaven
and finding himself astonished,
opened at last,
fallen in love with solid ground.
By David Whyte