Leaning Into the Wind
So this is the day, Election Day, that all the fuss has been about. One way or another, we are in for a change that provokes some anxiety. On top of that, we have just been through a profound weekend, remembering those we love who are gone from our lives—our All Souls service—and the All Saints Day celebration of the remarkable faithful who changed our world. Over it all, this is our rector Deborah’s final week among us.
Changes; beginnings and endings. We dearly miss the way it has been for our families, our nation and our church. We strain to look ahead. And to have faith.
My friend Sandy shared this poem, from the last issue of Weavings, at a recent Stephen Ministry gathering. The poet is Steve Garnaas-Holmes, who clearly knows a thing or two about being in the winds that carry us from what was to what will be.
Sometimes the Wind
Sometimes the wind that strips everything
is the strong breathing of a yes.
The river of life wears away your little island
and bears you some place fertile.
Receive the gift only parting can bestow,
the holy not in what is anointed
But in what is next,
the beginning beyond the silence beyond the end.
In thickest darkness is a door felt, not seen.
God is uncompleting the journey for you
Lay your hand on the dark door. A voice
From the other side says, “Come, join my becoming.”
May we boldly open the door to becoming, St. Alban’s.
And for Deborah: “In confidence, God is uncompleting the journey for you.” Travel on with our love.