"Wheels Turning Inward" is a is a rich collection of over fifty poems, following a poet’s mythic and spiritual journey that crosses easily onto the paths of many contemplative traditions. The artwork at the top of this page, is one image found in the Gordon Moore Memorial stain glass window at Trinity Episcopal Church in Houston, Texas, by the artist Kim Clark Renteria. The image of these three circles, is emblematic of both the Trinity and the title for this new collection of poetry now available from Friesen Press.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
It isn’t known when it began, God’s longing, Certainly no one mortal knows. The angels might know, But for most, it is still a heavenly secret, A mystery of mysteries Long hidden.
Some would say that it was always there Has always been there From the first instant, Long before the big bang, Banged! Leading up to the first Thought that caused Creation to explode suddenly Out of the emptiness and nothingness Of all reality, which is still expanding, Still growing Still arising within us each.
Many would say, and I would be one, That God’s longing is eternal. It is a deep longing, a true longing, A longing that lingers slowly And perfectly Stretching out far past our own imaginations, However far back or forward we are able to imagine. It is almost as if God suddenly awoke And being alone, In knowing loneliness from the beginning Sighed deeply, sighed so deeply In that loneliness, That in breathing out Some portion of God’s breath left His body and being To seed all creation.
Perhaps it was then, in that moment When the breath of God first moved Across the waters of earth Or moved through the depths of Nothingness giving birth to creation. Or gave breath to both Adam and Eve, And then to all humanity.
Sometimes a thought crosses my mind A single thought born out of my own breath As I breathe in deeply during meditation And out once again quietly and stilly.
Sometimes it comes to me then, in a split second That this was when God’s Holy Spirit first appeared And continues to appear throughout all history. I even imagine that in some secret way My own loneliness and longing are helping to give birth To God’s Holy Spirit And the compassionate loving-kindness That follows God’s gift to all humankind. I know this much, that God’s longing for us runs so deep And so true That He gave up His only begotten Son, even unto death So that we might come to know Him and He us. And that by this miracle of love God’s Holy Spirit comes to dwell and rest in us.