Messy Lives…A Pilgrimage to the Holy land
Messy Lives…A Pilgrimage to the Holy Land
Quietly,
in a silent room
—a song
—a prayer ‘sings’ itself
outside my window and I listen.
From a Muslim Mosque
across the Galilean Valley
in THIS town of Nazareth,
prayers became ALIVE.
Their echo is heard before the sun’s arrival.
Allah Awakens.
I pause and join
THIS prayer.
In my breath, YAWEH
clings
bringing together Oneness
stretching across the night sky
across the rolling landscape
across the flowing water ways.
I join others who have
‘risen’ in prayer.
NOW…church bells echo
from the Christian Cathedral.
I hear a symphony
in ‘all’…
the sounds of traffic, a honking horn—
still, the busyness of the day
has not begun.
A rooster crows—
a dog begins to bark
my tiny coffee pot
lets me know it is time to pour.
The aroma fills the air
like incense…
can I dare draw THIS comparison?
I AM in ‘church’—
Three distinct religions call to me
and yet I feel as if I’m in an
all encompassing MOMENT—
NO religion to be NAMED…
Relationally ‘united’ in ALL things.
In our Messy Lives,
a beauty resides
when quietly, solemnly
we share ourselves
enough to listen.
The sound of a child stirs a parent
and the little one lovingly
is called back to sleep.
BUT, the little one’s dreams
have ‘revealed’
an entry—
the door ‘open’
—time to play.
I awake from THIS messy prayer
NEVER having slept…
(Although you might think these thoughts a culmination of ‘all’—)
these words take on a mind of their own.
I’ll go back
re-read, add on, eliminate
change a line
OR
maybe I’ll leave this mess
and give thanks
for THIS very MOMENT in life.
Thank you for the wonderful communique, and reminder of a journey I made to the Holy City in ’98-99 ??
Thank YOU Luna Lady…your peep:)