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Rev. Diane Rollert, 6 June 2018
Ground of our being,
we walk in beauty this day.
Sun has turned the canals and river to gold,
trees are dancing in green,
lilacs are living out their final days,
as they greet the emerging peonies.
This is spring,
The gateway to summer,
the moment when everything
returns to life
and beckons us
with a resounding yes.
Rev. Diane Rollert, May 13, 2018
Blessed be the mothers who brought us into this world
Whose wombs carried us,
From whom we heard the first sounds of life.
Blessed be the ones in our lives who have shown us love,
Whether we have called them mothers, fathers or parents,
Whether we have known them by blood or by adoption.
Blessed be our presence on this earth
No matter what our joys or regrets may be
No matter how we count our blessings.
Rev. Diane Rollert, 6 May 2018
Spirit of Life,
Ground of our being,
and Nameless one,
We hunger for home,
we thirst for belonging,
we long to know
that we too
are blessings to this world.
Sometimes we forget
how to honour each other,
how to love,
or how to give and receive.
Rev Diane Rollert, 1 October 2017
Source of love,
Spirit of life,
Everything is connected.
The beginning and the ending,
the life we live in between.
Our imperfections and our pain.
This ground we stand on,
this firmament of blue sky that stretches out above us,
the drops of water clinging to the fence,
reflecting the morning’s rising golden light,
the pine needles on the path,
and the falling leaves that crackle beneath.
Rev. Diane Rollert, 24 September 2017
Ground of our being,
Source of life,
how precious is this breath we breathe
as we come into this world.
How painful it is to let go
of those we love.
There are no words
for the weight of loss,
but inside we hold the memories,
the eternity of love,
the depth of gratitude.
Rev. Diane Rollert, 17 September 2017
The golden sunlight rising into clarity.
A moment of summer warmth
Before the days shorten
And the cold descends.
This is a day for returning to the source.
For remembering the sweetness of life
For asking ourselves and each other
for all the wrongs of the past year.
Even we, who are so sure of ourselves,
We have our silent regrets.
Even we, who are so unsure of ourselves,
We need release from all that weighs too heavily upon us.
Rev. Diane Rollert, 14 May 2017
Whatever your burdens may be,
whatever weight you may carry
upon your shoulders,
whatever worries may fill your mind
and tighten your heart,
may this time of quiet
bring you peace.
And if you have come
brimming with joy,
if you have come
with thanks singing in your heart,
may your joy
as a gift to those around you.
Rev. Diane Rollert (beginning with words by Debussy)
Lorsque au soleil couchant les rivières sont roses,
Et qu'un tiède frisson court sur les champs de blé,
Un conseil d'être heureux semble sortir des choses
Et monter vers le coeur troublé.
Un conseil de goûter le charme d'être au monde
Cependant qu'on est jeune et que le soir est beau
Car nous nous en allons,
Comme s'en va cette onde:
Elle à la mer,
Nous au tombeau.
Dear Source of Love,
It is not night for us yet,
but on this Easter morning,
may the stones that weigh upon our hearts,
the barriers that close us into ourselves,
May the compassion of spring break through the clouds.
May we give thanks for this changing season,
for what will bloom next,
despite the fears and worries we carry
from the burdens of a wounded world.
Whether in joy or in sorrow,
this day is marked by its difference from last year.
Each of us stands with a new perspective
on all that has happened
since spring became summer
became fall became winter.
Into the silence may we breathe all that goes unspoken,
the losses and the gains
of yet another spring,
of yet another Easter.
Rev. Diane Rollert, 9 April 2017
you are the I and the thou
that begins in the womb,
the loving, caring,
desire for connection,
the internal response
that moves us to know
each other’s suffering.
You are at the heart
of this faith,
and all that is good in humanity.
You are at the centre our being
in its most fragile and beautiful form.
Rev. Diane Rollert, 26 March 2017
The equinox has come.
The position of the sun
making its claim for spring.
Yet a soft snow fell the other night,
dressing the trees in white,
and covering the streets once again
with winter’s cold blanket.
“Don’t promise what you cannot keep,”
someone joked last week,
yet I know the warmth will return,
with the growing sunlight.
It always does,
although it may never coincide
with the words written on the calendar.
Oh Source of Our Being,
I wish that I could promise change,
good health, the ease of being,
peace and the end of strife.
I wish that I could be as sure
about human outcomes as I am
in the eventually changing seasons.
I wish that honesty was something
that came easily and purely,
We each must have stories
we’d tell, but find silence a kinder path.
Reason moves us toward truth,
but finding the way toward clarity
requires something deeper in ourselves.