The Beauty of Longing

photo by Nate Gibson
photo by Nate Gibson
photo by Nate Gibson
photo by Nate Gibson

Are we to look at cherry blossoms only in full bloom,
the moon only when it is cloudless? 
To long for the moon while looking on the rain,
to lower the blinds and be unaware
of the passing of the spring –

these are even more deeply moving. 
Branches about to blossom
or gardens strewn with flowers
are worthier of our admiration.

~Yoshida Kenko

I know this longing as I know my own back yard~
waiting for a view of the mountain from my kitchen window

There are more days its snowy peak is hidden
than days it is blossom-stark floating cloud-like above the horizon of our barn roof

Visitors to the farm are too often told “the mountain is right there”
as I point to a bank of nondescript gray clouds

My loving and longing for it, my knowing it is always there, in hiding,
moves me more than the days it is simply given to me.

The beauty of anticipation,
confident of fulfillment to come
my thirstiness
to be slaked
my hunger to be
satisfied.

photo by Nate Gibson
photo by Nate Gibson
photo by Emily Gibson
photo by Emily Gibson

Advent Sings: Who Is Like You?

miriamssongofpraise

Miriam’s Song by Wilhelm Hensel, gift to Queen Victoria, part of the Royal Collection

Exodus 15:11
Who among the gods
is like you, Lord?
Who is like you—
majestic in holiness,
awesome in glory,
working wonders?

Advent is our opportunity to sing from the heart in expectancy for what is to come.  Songs sung long ago, like Moses’ and Miriam’s Song at the edge of the Red Sea after having been miraculously delivered into freedom from bondage in Egypt, express longing for an intimate relationship with God.  This is centuries before God was born of a woman in an animal shed, raised by humble parents in a small town.  After he walked the roads that still exist today and died at the hands of man, he defeated death to walk among us again.

Then, now and someday to come.

Who can possibly be like you, Lord?
There is no one, not then, not now, not ever.
No God can be more whole and holy, worthy of all glory, wondrous in all ways.

Most wondrous of all is a God who says to man:
I will become like you to rescue you from yourselves by dwelling among you.
A God, who as man, chooses poverty and the humility of servanthood,
who as man faces overwhelming temptation,
who as man is disparaged and despised by his own townspeople and religious authorities.
A God who breathes his last and bleeds, crying and hurting just like we do.
And a God who then returns, making it possible for us to live.

No one is like you, Lord.
Because you chose to be like us.
And we sing to you in our anticipation of your return.

Exodus 15: 17-21 excerpts from Moses’ and Miriam’s Song
17 You will bring them in and plant them
on the mountain of your inheritance—

the place, Lord, you made for your dwelling,
the sanctuary, Lord, your hands established.
18 The Lord reigns
for ever and ever.
21 Sing to the Lord,
for he is highly exalted.

Miriam's Song by Wilhelm Hensel

Welcoming Heart

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come–
Chinese Proverb

I need reminding that what I offer from my heart reflects what I will receive there.  If I’m grumbling and breaking like a dying vine instead of a green tree, my discouragement entangled by the cobwebs and mildew of worry, then no singing bird will come.

So much better to nurture the singers of joy and gladness with a heart budding green with gratitude, anticipating and expectant.

The welcome mat is out and waiting.

Any time now…

Longing for Longing

“It was when I was happiest that I longed most…
The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing…
to find the place where all the beauty came from.”

~C.S. Lewis

Like children who long for Christmas,
anticipating for weeks
what that moment will be like
when they see gifts piled high under the tree–

we revel in our longing.

It is the sweetness
of “already but not yet”,
knowing with eager expectancy
there is more to come,
just a bit out of reach
but still intensely seen and felt,
something more wonderful,
a place more beautiful than we can ever imagine…

Solemn Silence

photo by Josh Scholten http://www.cascadecompass.com

The moment of waning night before
the first bird sings-
a solemn silence holds its breath
about to be broken

Like a full breast tingles
with readiness to flow until empty-
a wave rises highest before
toppling forward to withdraw

Like a nose tickles and builds
to uncontrolled sneeze-
a conductor’s baton raises to
ready the chorus

The anticipation rises
for unrealized potential-
cascades tonight’s stillness
into tomorrow’s dawn