Meditation by Rev. Diane Rollert, 22 February 2009
Who shall I call out to?
Dancing particles in the air,
the mountain,
the forest,
the light snow,
the grey sky,
My people,
shuttered inside,
quietly waiting, wondering,
carefully guarding their thoughts,
their worries and thanksgivings.
Reason, how I wish you were enough
to answer all my questions.
You fail me at times,
leaving me humble and awestruck.
An elder lives long days,
once brilliant,
until reduced to simple thoughts
and the simple blessings of love
hardly comprehended but deeply felt.
A quiet, sweet child of the woods
gives up hope too soon,
and leaves behind a thousand questions,
leaves behind a family to resume life
under the shadow of a loss so great,
that even distant strangers
feel its heartbreak
and hold their lives and loved ones
that much closer in the night.
Silent earth, you are what I have left.
Bring me comfort
in your ever expanding,
changing,
being,
beauty.
Let me know the softness and kindness
of my people.
Let me hear the harmony
of their hearts gently singing
in the quiet stillness of this moment.
