Last week I had one of those nights where I wake and move to intercessions. I also read a bit and found Guujaaw’s poem, ‘The Box of Treasures’. I’ll leave you to Google that delight for yourself. It inspired me to write my own reflection on Christian life. The poem feels a bit clumsy to me, perhaps unfinished, but so am I quite often!
This Precious Treasure
And I know the Christian life isn’t just historical, architectural space, Sunday worship, sacraments, Bible study and outreach.
It is all of these things….
And the sweep of hands that embrace the cosmos and then settle into heart space.
It is the knowing of God everywhere
and being indwelt by Risen Christ.
It’s about the stories of Jesus as he touches, sees and draws people close to him….
places of healing, times of hope, the breath of peace,
the repeating moments of forgiveness …
offered and received,
again and again and again.
Moments of knowing we’re all in this together,
all affecting each other,
all known, valued and loved.
It has something to do with seeing, in the eyes of someone so different, the Spirit of the Risen Christ.
Watching the children grow,
feeling my own bones ache ….
and attending funerals.
It’s a matter of dealing with the squabbles within…..
And the greater troubles that come from the outside,
trying to shout their way in.
Its about experiencing the mess of spring, abundance of summer, letting go of autumn
and being confronted by the great storms of winter
and still finding peace.
It’s about being home…
within myself, my family, my community
and the troublesome world around me
as I’m home in the heart of The Beloved.
And trying to look after this precious treasure.
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Love and prayers
Contemplative Fire ,Community Leader Canada
Mystic in Motion