Of Agony And Ecstasy 

The veil is thinning for my brother. As he flutters between the holy and our visible reality, his face of newfound love and the soon loss of profound hearts of family and friendship that hedges his death bed is a gift those surrounding him can but only guess.  As God allows my brother glimpses beyond the blurred window in which curiosity and faith can only wonder in witnessing one thing now evident: this face of Christ that shone upon His Mother, friends, and others. As finality approaches to the heavy tears blurring this loyal gathering for so steady a man that brought their hearts to his bedside. Truly towards my brother’s final moment- only love remains.

Love and newfound love has lifted this little world of agony and ecstasy knowing the sting of mortality has not just been numbed but conquered.

‘ Til tomorrow comes and that day we laugh again, we are with you brother, Micheal John.

His peace,

Chris

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Broken Sidewalks

Just thought I’d share a song that’s been stuck to the sticky side of my soul. Today I hear His call.

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Broken Sidewalks

If I walk,
These broken sidewalks,
To find
The Christ I see,
Will You Talk,
Talk,
Through Me

If I stand,
To face the powers,
That force,
Their poverty,
Will You send,
Send,
Send me

If this cross,
A gift given me,
To raise,
In front of me,
Will you walk,
Walk,
With me.

You’ve captured my heart to go where you will,
Fearless with joy and awestruck when still,
Your Kingdom appears when love is fulfilled,
Lord, make holy my Heart when bridges are built,
I’ll follow you Jesus, wherever you will.
I’ll follow you Jesus, wherever you will.

Give me strength,
Spirit rise in me,
And shine,
Your love through me,
Spread Your hope,
Hope,
Through me.

Now I see,
You’re all around me,
I am,
Your pierced hands and feet,
Your mercy,
Lord,
Inspires me.

By Chris Clody
8/24/2107

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Good Sister

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Good Sister,
Despite the eclipse of your happiness,
Light shines upon the humble soul,
Allowing your brokenness special healing,
With gratitude wrought anew within the heart,
Where inexhaustible courage dampens,
Your resounding echoes of fear,
If you just believe.
If you trust the glow of indescribable peace,
As you partake in profound love,
Hastened by charity to draw near,
Without hesitation,
With new strength,
Straining to touch this thread of joy,
Where only faith reaches,
Just past the end of yourself,
Drawn by God’s flame,
Encouraging to rest in humility,
Warming your beautiful heart,
Of yours – my good sister, Danielle.

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I love you,
Chris

Whilst Standing On One Foot…

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“Hillel, if not now when?”
To every man an answer,
Whilst he stands on one foot.
Are the ligaments of religion,
tighter than the Lord’s love and mercy?
This very One who helps us with the Spirit’s grace,
Who frees us from sin,
Save us,
To rise again?
Yea, is not even the holy Sabbath,
Not subject to the merciful works of Passover?
Dare we unbind the burial wrappings,
That suffocate the oppressed,
Blessing the poor, mournful, and meek,
Those thirsting to drink righteousness,
The patient peacemakers,
The compassion of the merciful,
Giving blinding light to the hidden merciful lamps,
and salve for those persecuted stripes?
Have we forgotten Shema,
Or fallen within the choking thorns?
Have we neglected to slowly chew our portion;
Neglecting study for Sunday’s fast food?
When did the narrow door widen?
O’ where dear friend is your restlessness?
Has the Flame that sets fire to this world,
Been doused to smoking embers of blind satisfaction?
Are we ready to give up our Ghost?
Will the water and blood pouring from our sides be tepid?
Will we walk the shame of contradiction,
Lifting high a cross our Lord adores,
or become unmarked graves men walk upon?
Therefore,
Let us be bold to anoint another with our joy,
Leaving behind faith’s thumbprints,
Drenching our love with true oil of gladness.
Let us become strong towers,
Founded upon a disregarded cornerstone,
Placing atop the light of Spirit and Truth,
As a beacon of the Lord’s love and mercy!
Truly, truly we hear the whisper within us,
“Hillel, if not now when?”
Become Mercy dear friend,
A new channel of love.

Peace I leave. Chris

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By Chris Clody
8/11/2017

**Title and poem inspired by Hillel: If Not Now, When? (Jewish Encounters Series) Hardcover – September 14, 2010
by Joseph Telushkin