Still-point

Still-point

Psalm 119.102-103

 

“Exhale the old, inhale the new!” this moment comes.

Four minutes seems the logical limit of the now.

Being present might mean seeing truly or doing sums.

Creator brings all needed as turbulent winds sough.

 

Our task: maintain balance in this very moment of time.

Walk alertly; move gracefully along the day’s path.

Being ever precedes doing, notes Spirit’s rhyme.

Each faithful presence brings love, kindness, not wrath;

 

Now encompasses all, entering it brings life.

The One sees all in the now, we glimpse the sublime.

Word Become Flesh attends truth no matter strife.

Spirit enchants, encourages, celebrates with new wine.

 

A disciple’s discipline: never stray far from one’s master.

Begin conscious day with still-point reflection, contemplation.

With this perspective, life gains a gentle pace, no momentum faster.

No event, nor conflict, nor ego dashing clash causes fear’s elation.

 

Attuned to the day’s truth, simply pause to regain peace.

Distraction, absorption, evasion bring their corporate demands.

The Scatterer truly enjoys making love, justice cease.

Creator empowers the Now folk to use well time’s sands.

 

Worry not; fret little; Word Become Flesh walks beside.

Grand outcomes proceed from moments faithfully done.

Healthy ego derives from wholeness, in truth abides.

What needs be done, will happen, as the now is won.

 

Historians studiously gather each strand of the now.

Accounts of meaning become stories grand to tell;

Your life brings a marvelous witness, won’t you allow?

Stirring drama, passionate exchanges drawn from life’s well.

 

Quiet the heart, calm the emotion, enter the now this day.

Give over control to Spirit’s wisdom and Creator’s joy.

Become the verdant soul The One keeps true to the way.

Wondrously, the now, will all your gifts employ.

 

The Rev. Ronald Allen Melver, M.Div.

30.10.13

Time To Be

Time To Be

Psalm 119.73-74

 

Creator calls the day into being.

Spirit rouses all into the day.

Word Become Flesh gives a new way of seeing.

Almighty One presides over creation’s way.

 

What marks your virgin point of life?

Does eye, ear, skin, bladder call out in the dark?

Have you a still place ‘mongst churning strife?

Where resides faith’s everlasting mark?

 

Each cycle seems to have a beginning spot.

Resting bed usually a comfort for the night;

Every body an ecosystem, alive, including deaths rot.

Creator provides sustenance, life’s very might.

 

Our task relates to the being Creator has made.

Each created one a joyous note in life’s symphony.

Attending the Conductor, a music score played,

Sinful separateness always results in cacophony.

 

My beloved, look about, find what Spirit does enchant.

Fearlessly follow into times ticks granted ahead.

Know your blossoming self, a gift God does grant.

Historians, commentators parse out your history read.

 

Being brings truth incarnational, none can deny.

Cloth your body, mind, spirit, soul in true garments;

Take no fake fabrics or uncomely raiment’s, causing sin’s sigh.

Rather equip with Spirit’s help, peace, justice’s armaments.

 

Tread softly this day’s path.

Gently accept the self you are.

Steer clear of judgment, wrath.

 All need Creator keeps close not afar.

 

Awake dear soul, brilliantly announce this day your being.

Take no fear about your nest’s strength or image.

Trill out the song of life, your plumage a joy to the seeing.

Word Become Flesh, our redeemer lives, age to age.

 

The Rev. Ronald Allen Melver, M.Div.

24.10.13

Life's Knots

Life’s Knots

 

Moments mark the passage of life.

Each a knot in the tatting of time;

Some complete a healing from strife.

Some highlight a wisdom sublime.

 

Creator holds the ‘mazing design.

Spirit brings together each loose strand.

Word Become Flesh works alongside, just fine.

Co-creating with the created, a wholesome band;

 

Intentional movement brings meaning out.

Loose strands of life may abide awhile.

Situations shift from murmur to shout,

Level places transform from hapless pile.

 

Serenity fills soul with healing balm.

Open, calloused hands pause in break.

Clean water, parched lips bring calm.

God’s plans line-out the surveyor’s stake.

 

Patterns of living require limits, bounds.

Emotional breadth knows joy to despair.

Honest suffering gives heart-full tunes sounds.

Life’s design magnificent detail, ego beware.

 

Earliest score of years, safety nurtured.

Next score vocations tried, learning from books.

Third score perfecting, refining, recasting the ruptured;

Fourth score allows vision from retirement’s nooks.

 

Each trip of life, a conscious step by step;

Gentle are the knots that bring joyful flare.

History marked not by tangled threads but faith kept.

Services rendered, lives touched by justice’s dare.

 

Sisters, brothers each one a disciple of the One,

Entrust your strands, hold softly each loose end.

Note the knots that formed at setting sun.

A glorious needlework show just round the bend;

 

The Rev. Ronald Allen Melver, M.Div.

4 October 2013