Sunday, August 18, 2013

Something Silent, something sweet...

GW and Eleanor were part of my life for only two years. Members of St. James in Higganum and part of the Transfiguration community that is part of the Cluster of three churches, I came to know them well. And now they are moving to Costa Rica for the interim, forever.

So, I wrote them a poem that I think captures our relationship...and several relationships I have had. The touching of 'souls', not people so much.

Something silent, something sweet

When souls meet, something silent passes by.

Not like when 'people' meet.
People ask questions,
seek to find connections,
fall in love,
battle with each other,
reunite or part in anger and regret.

When souls meet, none of that matters.

When souls meet, something silent passes by
and they travel together—side by side--
or one behind the other, or the other way around--
until they part.

And when souls part, something sweet passes by.
Gratitude, people might call it,
or even Joy.
But it is sweet to travel on

Silence and sweetness:
what could be better?

What could be more right?


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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.