Learning to Fly (a poem from New Year's Eve)

Last year
we waded waist-deep
through a dark and shining sky

In the blackness
diamond stars spilled out
in every direction
the contents of some
cosmic jeweler's pockets
casually thrown

The year before us
seemed fragile
a terribly delicate thing

But that night
we walked through
wave after wave of goodness

And I thought oh
this must be how it feels to be steeped
in grace

Tonight
we plunged headlong
into the wind

Moonless and cloudy
the stars hung in clusters
on patches of empty sky
dark portals
from which the blackness shone
brilliant as the light

The year behind had
pushed me down
bending my slender shoulders

But tonight
warmth rushed wildly
over and around us

And I thought yes
this must be how it feels
to fly

-lisa, some time in the first wee hours of 2012

Moon Gift

Sometimes the moon
Rises slowly
Weighted girth moving upward
With some sighing effort
Plump, still-life fruit of a moon
Distinctly 17th century

But Sunday's moon
Rose fast and slim
Flat and round and rising
Sliding up against the night
A thin communion wafer of a thing
Shining there quite crisply

And I smiled at the night
The dark backdrop that seemed so strong
And the glowing, gift reflecting light
Offered as it hung there
That I might just look up
And accept it

Sleeping Next to God

I have to say that of the daily complines (nighttime prayers) included in the Celtic Daily Prayer book, the Felgild compline for Wednesday is my favorite.

For one thing, it begins, "Calm me, O Lord, as You stilled the storm."

I often climb into bed with a rattle and hum going on in my head. The day is dragging itself into bed with me and it's not always easy to excuse it and retire more quietly .

Wednesday's compline opens with a bouncer who refuses to let the unwelcome buzz follow me into the night.

But the lines I really love say this...

"I lie down this night with God, and God lies down with me.
I lie down this night with Christ, and Christ lies down with me.
I lie down this night with the Sprit, and the Spirit lies down with me.
God and Christ and the Spirit, be lying down with me."

OK, I'll just admit here that I don't think I've ever told any of our kids that they could not get into our bed when one of them appeared in our room in the night. I just scooted over and let the little one climb in because I liked the well-being that was produced by nearness. (Should you wonder, they all grew up to sleep through the night in their own beds.)

I think that the lines from this prayer resonate with me because they call up such a comforting, motherly feeling. I know from experience how easily my little ones slipped into slumber when they knew I was near. I felt and saw the peace take over.

But more than that, I remember the sweet feeling of a silky head resting on my arm. I know the deep-soul contentedness of giving comfort just by giving presence.

I draw tremendous warmth and safety from the image of God lying down with me.

I am hushed and awed when I consider that maybe God is happy that my silky head rests upon his/her arm.

This is Sunday and today's compline is a good end for this day as well.

But I will close my book and settle into Wednesday's imagery as I fall asleep now.

Good night :-)