As we center ourselves in God’s holy presence, I’d like to read from a poem by Mexican poet Coral Bracho:
From This Light
That delicate flame—eternity—is falling, slanting, on this light.
From this garden, so composed; from this shadow, eternity lifts its latch onto time
and, there in it, objects are magnetized.
They sink themselves in deeper, and it holds them, then renders them back like this:
very clear, full, abundant.
Breezy, brim-ful of their own sunny selves, their festival glory,…
Solid and separate, they bring places,
time and space together, those neat little gardens,
so that we can feel them fully.
Like perfectly-placed stones
in a garden.
Like time’s blueprint,
overlaid on a temple….
Loving God, as we are poised today between time and eternity, in this Garden of Eden, may our presence radiate lightness and festivity even as our slanting light sometimes casts shadows. May we know wholeness and holiness in this mysterious space. — AMEN.
