Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Forty Days


There is a time of remembrance in the Greek Orthodox Church that occurs forty days after a person dies.  Special food is prepared to enjoy following the gathering.  My parents, both of whom died in January, were recently honored with a forty day service, held at the conclusion of the regular morning worship.

I was telling a friend familiar with the tradition, about the difficulty I was having dealing with the complicated layers of their passing.  She suggested I begin a forty day period of reflection dealing specifically with the loss.  She didn't offer an agenda or plan, just the idea. 
 

The next day, I got a few pieces of paper, brought my heart to God, and asked God to sit with me in grief.  Each day I sat in silence for a few minutes focusing on some aspect of my loss.  I recorded a thought, a scripture, or a brief sketch- whatever came at the end of each day.  Sometimes there was a new insight or perspective.  Other days brought questions or emotions.  Always I felt God's presence, and companionship.

I reached the fortieth day a few weeks ago, coming to a place of peace regarding my mother and the life we shared.  I was so grateful.

The period of forty days occurs often in the Bible.  Noah was in the ark forty days.  Jesus went to the wilderness for forty days.  Lent lasts forty day.  There might be other references to forty days in the Old and New Testament.

I want to offer forty days of reflection for any difficulty or challenge you are facing.  Forty days resting with God could be effective for discernment, dealing with loss, celebrating an event, planting a garden or being present to any life experience.

I am thankful for the way a Greek Orthodox tradition brought me clarity.  Although I feel like I experienced two Lents this year, I have also celebrated two Easters!!

I am so grateful for the way God worked through an intentional forty day period of reflection for personal growth and healing.
Jacquie Reed

Monday, July 15, 2013

Canyon ..waiting for dawn




Canyon                                   waiting for dawn on Grand Canyon's North rim

dark and still.
Night lays like millions of years
in the upside down space
before my blind eyes

pebbles fall under a critter's feet
creation at work here?
Yes!
a glimmer
faint shapes ghost up to me
but rock solid
baked by millennium

cloud dimmed light grows stronger
earth rolls to the sun
see down to the river
see back thru ages and eons
Creation patiently works on
and for a blink of time
I watch it               


By Bob Graham remembering the North rim of the Grand Canyon at 4:30 am

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Labyrinth at St Lukes UMC





Lily Labyrinth


circling as life does
lovely faces look to heaven
they and we bloom briefly

nodding together here
gently affirming the Creator;
wisdom for our days

Yellow, orange mingle
sharing God's gift, telling us
“As we,  be as one” 

By Bob Graham upon visiting St. Luke’s Daylily Labyrinth

Monday, July 8, 2013

After visiting an archeological site - Poem by Bob Graham


MEADOWCROFT PEOPLE 

A small creek in western Pennsylvania
Scouting along this creek
moving warily, this is new country
The sun is nearing the valley  rim
It's getting chilly,  he is tired and hungry.
Thunder grumbles beyond the cliff.
He looks up. Here the cliff forms
 a shallow cave, a rock overhang
a hundred feet above.
Looks dry

Climb  .

Ah!
The rock is warm with gathered sunlight
there is a flat floor adrift with leaves
soon he has a small fire going
he sups in luxury.
The storm nears.
But he will be warm and dry this night.
Remember this cozy spot!

Later he leads his small band here
they stay a few days,
Food seems plentiful.

His son remembers,
teaches his daughters,
who show the way to their sons.

So years pass
people come
stay a bit, move on

The creek flows on
the years become decades, then centuries, finally millennia.
After 13,000 years, or so,
in the Middle East
early farmer's huts grow into towns.
Another 1500 years and a Pharaoh
has a pointed thought. A pyramid!

The creek flows on
Trees sprout, grow, fall

After about 16,000 years
I park my car,
beside the creek
climb out, look up
at the Archeological site and museum
where men like me
sheltered their families
for 700 generations!

As I try to grasp that
Thunder grumbles beyond the cliff.