Faith

A Call to Prayer

Sometime before we reached Mumbai

The crickets started their part

in the great symphony of the night.

“We’re still here!  We’re still here!”

They sang and called me to God.

 

A song rose in my heart in response

that I could not sing aloud.

What would the taxi driver think?

He may have thought I was a little off.

 

So I let it sing inside of me:

“Lord forgive us.

We have not honored you.

We have not cared for your creation.

We have not loved one another.

We have not cared for the poor and the weak.”

 

We reached Mumbai.

Waited for hours to be told

No room for you on this plane.

We were escorted out of the airport

and put in a taxi

by some kind airport officials.

The taxi drove off.

The driver and his co-worker

working the phones to get us

on another flight or into a hotel

in the wee hours of the morning.

A call came,

“You are lucky! Confirmed seats

available!”

They raced us back to the airport.

Same kind officials

escorted us quickly through

the lines and waved good-bye.

There was room on the plane

after-all.

We made it, last to board,

walking in a dream.

Very grateful.

© 2014 Julie Clark

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For the Sake of our Children and Grandchildren

 

I am novice when it comes to crocheting.  I’m making some progress in and learning new things slowly in what my daughter calls “Venture Crocheting”. That is the kind of crocheting where you don’t really follow a pattern just your instincts. Sometimes it works for simple things, sometimes it doesn’t. I am making a baby blanket for her new baby arriving sometime in February.  I got the basic pattern down for a nice little blanket for him.  The one thing I did not do, which I am learning now I should always do, is roll the yarn into a ball first.  I’ve had two incidents now where I have gotten my yarn all in knots and it has taken me much time and help to get it unravelled.

 

The other day we were visiting friends in their lovely mountain home.  A great time to bring out my blanket. It was cold outside, nice and warm inside, great conversation and food.  Unfortunately, I had one of those times where my yarn got all in a jumble.  It was bad. Fortunately, my friends kindly volunteered to help out.  Some of them more willing than others.  We we will not mention any names or gender here.  The interesting conversation we were having did not exactly stop. We were talking about peace and peacemaking.  How can we be peacemakers in our world filled with conflict?

 

As we were unravelling my knotty yarn, I thought about the knotty problems we were just talking about.  Wars, conflict, ethnic cleansing, apartheid situations that are happening today.  It was a great metaphor as we worked together and didn’t give up, hopeful that the yarn truly would be unknotted.  And finally it was.

 

I thought how for the sake of our children and grandchildren we must do this work and not let the world “go to hell in a handbasket.”  There are obstacles and often it seems impossible.  There are naysayers who don’t believe it is possible, just cut it off (the yarn)!  But how often do we want to cut people off?  Or worse?

 

What if we all were engaged in some way with bringing “peace on earth, good will towards men” and not just waiting for the angels to do it? What if we all have a part in the world we live in or we are called to serve? What if the great areas of conflict were addressed with “faith, hope and love”? What if we practiced forgiveness and truly learned how to “live in peace with each other”? I’m quoting lots of Bible verses here that some will recognize.  Sometimes we who claim to be followers of the Prince of Peace are missing a really important part of the message that He brought us.

 

I was encouraged in my little yarn fiasco.  I have learned a lesson about rolling my yarn ahead of time.  I also had faith and hope it could be worked out.  I had done it before. I want to have this kind of faith and hope when I approach conflict today.  “All things are possible for those who believe.”  It is hard work and takes time and perseverance.  For the sake of our children and grandchildren let us do our part, small or great in this good work of peacemaking.

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Winter Solstice

IMG_2879Winter Solstice is rapidly approaching.

The darkness continues to fret away

the light at both ends of the day.

 

How much darkness can we bear?

What can we learn with this weight

heavy on us?

We often rush too quickly to

shop, to decorate, to party.

 Like an olive press,

There is rich value

that only flows with the pressure.

 

Can we stop and feel for a moment?

Lay aside the many distractions of this season?

Lament the loss in our pasts?

Hope for light in our future?

 

We will be better and stronger for it,

if we can resist the strong pull

to neglect our souls.

 

© 2014 Julie Clark

 

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Mary

Not through the edict of a king or prince

Not through the strength of a warrior or general

But through the womb of a woman

The earth shook and changed for ever

 

She was humble, young and gentle

Yet given the power to carry

The Light of the World

Fragile as glass, at it’s first flickering

 

She simply said yes

And submitted to the Greater Power

The Blessed Will that desired

Peace on earth, good will toward all

 

Life was born

Conquered evil, brokenness and death

Once and for all

Through the womb of a woman

 

© 2014 Julie Clark

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Separation

Falling into this world

I lost my union with the Holy One

Naked and alone

Insecure and afraid

If only I could shed this fear and anxiety

like the snake its skin or the trees their leaves in the fall

If only I could slough off the what ifs and worse case scenarios

forming in my thoughts as I scan the perimeters of my life and those I care for

The One called Love came to me first in a thought and then a dream

When  I called his name the fear vanished and I was not alone

This One kept calling and calling and continues this day

restoring the union that was lost

Whenever the fear stalks in the night or confronts me in the day

if I but rest in the arms of this Love

I know I am clothed, safe and secure

Never alone, never abandoned

The circle complete again

 

(c) 2014 Julie Clark

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The Contemplative Cat

The Contemplative Cat

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A Cabin in the Woods

A Cabin In the Woods

Beloved Ones are like

a cabin in the woods

 

A safe place to stop

along the journey home

 

Warm fire of family

of being oneself

 

No need to cloak

my vulnerability

 

Or hide my face

in a mask

 

Feast and refresh

take the nourishment

 

Rest for the next leg of the road

be it stoney or steep

 

Another cabin will appear

a light in the window

 

Will beckon me

when needed most

 

© 2014 Julie Clark

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Don’t Forget the Mystery

This life is more than it seems,

we know.

More than these mortal bodies.

More than the eye can see,

the ear can hear,

we’ve been told.

 

Follow the path

ahead of you.

When all seems blocked

or obscured –

wait.

 

Revelation will come,

light will shine,

a voice will speak,

or cloud will surround

and open the way

for you to go.

 

Transformation

or Transfiguration

will expand

your heart and life

to carry more

love and glory.

 

© 2014 Julie Clark

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Dry

Dry and burning

forest and brush

water less

lands parched

even the emerald green

northwest

has a thirsty

dull look this fall.

 

It started raining

just when it was

supposed to

we are the lucky ones

on the west side

of the mountains

 

Our world keeps

reeling from

natural disaster

to man made

catastrophes

birth pains

or apocalypse

 

Water

we are thirsty for

Living water

we can’t live

without this

watering

 

© 2014 Julie Clark

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Catching the Wind

Something new was birthed in me
or maybe a small flicker of flame
caught the wind
I did not plan it or expect it
it just began to grow
from a seed planted
who knows when or where

It is like that sometimes
I mean to go this way
but end up going that way
or something small
becomes something of great importance

I guess that is what it means
to be lead by the breathe
of a Holy Wind
instead of rigid and set
No room to grow and reshape
if the clay becomes hard and dry
No worries if that happens
God has his ways to
soften us up again.

© 2014 Julie Clark

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