Learning to live in the unforced rhythms of grace
Art is not
just an expression of beauty:
soft, green pastels
watercolour meadows on misty hills
leading me to lie down by peaceful waters
and rest.
It is an expression of truth
in its brutal reality,
cruel brutality.
The darkness that surrounds
the anguished cry of a mother separated
from her child;
the screams of a young man on a waterboard;
the groans of our mother
earth ravished, exploited.
My pen and my brush
longing for justice
when there is none.
Do not walk away from darkness,
Therein lies a greater light;
Deeper beauty, yet unseen
my heart seeks out
thy mystery.
.
Seek not out the road well-trodden,
paths of knowing,
truth revealed.
Embrace, instead, the clouds of silence
Lose thyself in depths
unknown.
Inspired by Richard Rohr, Eager to Love, Chapter 12: Bonaventure
(though I’m not quite sure where this is leading!)
I believe in the sun, even when it is not shining;
I believe in love, even when I feel it not;
I believe in God, even when he is silent
Take time, in stillness and silence to contemplate the mystery of a God of presence, light and love who so often seems distant, cold and silent.
Click here to go to the contemplative companion to Chapter 6 of Growing up to be a child
