Reflections for

14th Sunday in Ordinary Time, Jul 09, 2017

Genesis 24:34-38, 42-49, 58-67; Psalm 45:10-17 or Song of Solomon 2:8-13; (Zechariah 9:9-12; Psalm 145:8-14;) Romans 7:15-25a; Matthew 11:16-19, 25-30

Poetry

Organic ink

Petals unfold from your tongue, you speak crimson
velvet freshness into being. An opening bud of careful
precision, a floral life floating on your breath, bees, and boundary.
 
You expand a mystery of molecules, at your word atomic spice
springs into breeze; you dizzy hummingbirds, intoxicate butterflies.
Shining beams play, shimmer, light your Shulamite, invite a tango.

You draw. Come, find my notes poured out in the garden, etched among
lemons and limes. See, the lost apricot awakens! Sweet shoots adorn
black crumbling branches. On every cell I inscribe: what was dead is alive.

You wait for me to discover your love among the leaves and thorns,
(will I perceive it?) your hidden blossom of wonder, a shy heart-shaped
valentine of third heaven, a sachet for this moment, a marked downbeat

of song, a bodily inhale of my eyes and skin and hair and breath. Filled
with rising melody, your unspoken lyrics whispered on wind, I join
your written roses in swaying dance, in blood-red bloom of belonging.

Books

Wearing God, by Lauren F. Winner

Spring books

I read Lauren Winner's new book with the sort of joy one feels when watching someone utterly hit their stride.

 

Revised Common Lectionary © 1992 the Consultation on Common Texts. Used by permission.