Monday, October 4, 2010

A clearing in the forest

My favorite songwriter/poet tells me to write the piece first, then let the title emerge. Okay, I will try that. But couldn’t help attempting to visualize this place in my journey with some image that was not urban, since there is nothing urban around me.

Reading this morning in Devotional Classics, seeking some profound thoughts to help me start my day, I was puzzled by a selection dealing with affections as the spring of action. It is just that affections, somehow tied to the emotions, do not lately seem to have figured significantly in my process. I am trying to find the next right thing. The next action to take. There is an unlimited supply of ideas and possibilities.

I have been more focused on strategy and plans, and spiritual and artistic visions. Creative stuff. Starting stuff. It is not sure that I have been listening closely.

This morning the phrase jumped from the page and stuck in my head: “…do not be stubborn any longer.” Not the inspirational word that I was seeking.

Actually, I have complained that I am tired of waiting, and wondered why God was stubbornly withholding from me.

Odd to be outed in this way. “Do not be stubborn any longer.”

As if it is my heart that needs to relent, not his. As if he were already at work, already extraordinarily generous, inviting me into the new things that he is doing, and the things that he wants me to dream and do.

Ok, I see. And I think the title works fine.

What are you seeing today?

3 comments:

  1. I just read Psalm 40 last night, at the end of a day in which I was fed up with waiting.

    Verse 5: Many, O LORD my God,
    are the wonders you have done.
    The things you planned for us
    no one can recount to you;
    were I to speak and tell of them,
    they would be too many to declare.

    Thanks for expressing all this so well. Blessed malcontents surely delight the dying, and dismay those being redeemed.

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  2. PS: great title. favorite songwriter, huh?

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  3. Please write more frequently. I love hearing your thoughts this way! Yes...you were in fact saying all of that outloud!!
    Love you for eternity

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The illusion wanes, and in time we return
to our noisy cities where the blue
appears only in fragments
high up among the towering shapes.
Then rain leaching the earth.
Tedious, winter burdens the roofs,
and light is a miser, the soul bitter.
Yet, one day through an open gate,
among the green luxuriance of a yard,
the yellow lemons fire
and the heart melts,
and golden songs pour
into the breast
from the raised cornets of the sun.

from "The Lemon Trees"
by Eugenio Montale
(Translated by Lee Gerlach)