The six of us have thrown an extra element into our programme, taking a few hours to compare notes together on spiritual movement or lack of it, in the year. One experience emerging for all of us was that, different as we are, we are finding the way to God is not so much grand theory, but rather cutivating ways to be wholly present and attentive in the here and now, with its opportunities.
The truth is not some abstract thing out there, to describe, package or market, but rather something that reveals itself enigmatically around me when I hollow out space and make myself radically available to others. That’s when the Word speaks, including through Scripture, the whole world becomes Eucharistic, the angels sing, and suddenly, almost by surprise, I am praying.
So, grasping this morning’s bright sunshine, and the glory of the present moment, here’s a poem by e.e.cummings (one of the few with any capital letters):
i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any — lifted from the no
of all nothing — human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)