Dear Friends,

We pray you are safe and well. In the spirit of our philosophy of co-creating community and our awareness that the Spirit speaks through each of us, we invite you to share your meditations with us as well. We truly believe that in God’s economy of abundance, when we share our blessings, our thoughts, our feelings, we are all made richer. 

Today’s meditation is a poem meditation by Denise Levertov: A Poem of Stillness passed on to us by Martha Byron.  May it nourish your contemplative-active hearts!

We hope and pray that you and your loved ones experience genuine peace of mind and heart, and remain in good health during this challenging time. 

May the Easter Season be a time of peace, of healing and hope, of the resurrection of joy in your life!

With our love and care,

Ron & Jean

Meditation Thirty-Six: A Poem of Stillness  (Denise Levertov)

She listens – listens, holding her breath.

Surely that voice is his – the One who had looked at her, once, across the crowd – as no one ever had looked?

Had seen her? Had spoken as if to her?

Surely those hands were His –

taking the platter of bread from hers just now?

Hands he’d laid on the dying and made them well?

Surely that face-?

The man they’d crucified for sedition and blasphemy. – The man whose body disappeared from its tomb. – The man it was rumored now some women had seen this morning, alive?

Those who had brought this stranger home to their table

Don’t recognize yet with whom they sit.

But she in the kitchen, absently touching the wine jug she’s to take in –

a young Black servant intently listening – swings round – and sees the light around him –

and is sure.

A reflection on the disciples who walked the dusty road to Emmaus with a “stranger” – and then invited him for dinner. The servant girl was mindful of the sound of the voice; the look of the hands; the felt sense of presence – she recognized this stranger simply by being totally mindful – beyond words and lengthy explanations. She was simply present to Presence.

May we recognize the Holy in the space around us and the space within our being. May we, too, allow the Light to enter into our awareness just as certain of the presence of the great I AM, as was the servant-girl. Be Still and Know that I AM!