Words Are Like Turtles

I hope that as we sometimes brood over empty screens in front of us we meet Spirit-mystery and encounter unexpected truths.

A new semester has begun!

As a teacher, I am excited about reading the written work of my students this semester. I know from past experience how many wonderful insights, questions, and big ideas surface from mysterious depths as students craft reflections and essays. I celebrate the gifts that await our shared discovery, springtime gifts just beneath the surface, soon to shoulder their way up through winter soil.

Even as I anticipate the gifts of student writing, I know that the semester will bring some long, perhaps even painful, nights when inspiration eludes both teachers and students, when our muse is more enemy than friend. For those moments when we are word-and-world-weary, I share this image from writer and poet, Pat Schneider:

Tonight, words are turtles
sleeping under mud.
Even when I poke them
they will not wake up.
Leave us alone,
their silence says.
When we decide to surface,
we will tell you what we dreamed.

PAT SCHNEIDER IN HOW THE LIGHT GETS IN: WRITING AS A SPIRITUAL PRACTICE

Writing is an intentional and inner act, Schneider says. She also says that “writing and prayer are both a form of love, and love takes courage.”

As we all poke countless sleeping turtles in our writing lives, I hope that we find courage to write with wisdom and honesty (to the best of our ability). I also hope that as we sometimes brood over the empty screen in front of us we meet Spirit-mystery and encounter unexpected truths.

Words of wisdom from Alice Walker:

When we let Spirit
Lead us
It is impossible
To know
Where
We are being led.
All we know
All we can believe
All we can hope
Is that
We are going
Home
That wherever
Spirit
Takes us
Is where
We
Live.

ALICE WALKER IN ABSOLUTE TRUST IN THE GOODNESS OF THE EARTH

A Prayer for Our Times

God, who breathed into firstborn soil the breath of life—

Honored to write and breathe a bilingual prayer in partnership with my Spirit-sister, Reverend Maria Teresa Jones.

God who breathed into firstborn soil the breath of life,
your Spirit exhales
and fragrances us–
our communities,
our wounds,
our hiding places,
our bodies and souls
–with the honeyed aromas
of your mercy, justice, and grace.

Breathe on us now, O God.

Season us–
our footsteps
our words
our very beings
–so that in our living and working and worshiping,
we perfume your world with
your radical scent of justice-making,
your healing balm of kindness,
your life-restoring tincture of mercy.


Strengthen us for the journey ahead
so that we might be en-couraged–
have hearts expansive enough
and spirits wise enough
to breathe your radical love
into those too-much-with-us wounds
that expose and weaken
the world’s weary bones.


God who breathed into firstborn soil the breath of life–
here and there,
now and then,
against all odds,
may we encounter
in each other
your peace–
unexpected
abundant
radical
life-sustaining
beyond all human understanding
peace.

Kiss us, O God, with that peace
and send us out
to kiss others–

In the name of Christ,
by the power of your Spirit.

Amen.

Dios que respiro a su suelo primogénito el aliento de vida,
Tu aliento nos efranga
nuestras comunidades,
nuestras heridas,
nuestros escondites,
nuestros cuerpos y almas
–con el aroma de miel
de tu misericordia, justicia y gracia.

Respira sobre nosotros ahora, oh Dios.

Sazona–
nuestros pasos
nuestras palabras
nuestros propios seres
–para que en nuestro vivir, trabajo y adoración,
perfumemos tu mundo con
tu aroma radical de justicia,
tu bálsamo de sanamiento y bondad,
y tu tinta de misericordia que restaura la vida.

Fortalecenos para el sendero en adelante
A ser animados–
Y tener corazones suficientemente expansivos y espíritus suficientemente sabios para respirar tu amor radical
dentro de las heridas presente-con-nosotros que exponen y debilitan
los huesos cansados del mundo.

Dios que respiró en su suelo primogénito el aliento de vida–
aquí y allá,
ahora y de entonces
contra todo reto
que encontremos entre cada uno
tu paz–
Inesperada
Abundante
Radical
sostenimiento de la vida
más allá de todo entendimiento humano
Paz.

Bésanos oh Dios, con esa paz
y envianos hacia adelante
a besar a otros.

En el nombre de Cristo,
Y por el poder de tu Espíritu.

Amén.