This is a poem I’ve wanted to write for a long time. I think it’s about the fact that all we have each day is that day. Tomorrow isn’t ours yet, no matter how much we want it to be, and yesterday is gone, never to be reclaimed except by our notoriously unreliable memories. Today is the gift we’re given, and that gift is the gift of choice between dwelling fully in time or living liminally, using our time to touch eternity, giving our time and letting it be offered again to us transformed. I’ll include the text below, but I encourage you to listen to it, as it’s meant to be listened to. Also, note that you can find Wonder-woven wherever you get your other podcasts if you like. Thanks for listening/reading!
Heart’s Fire
The kindling of the human heart to holy fire,
The living light of The eternal Kingdom,
Lies close, if the heart does not shrink from its heat.
Too often, however, timeful and timid,
It hides in learned helplessness,
Tomorrow-entangled or bound low by years of yesterdays,
Wrong-ridden and worn to almost nothing by worry
For a future that it has no power to see truly,
Or a plenteously-harvested past of hate and fear.
Today must be the dwelling of the heart, the dance
In which time and timelessness touch fingertips,
Treading the measure made new by meeting,
The only offering we are given to make
From a place of true freedom and trust,
Our finitude fired to fineness by infinite love
And given freely again as grace,
The transitory transfigured little by little
Till it shines at last in the light of the Never-setting Sun!
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