The Great Pause

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Adversity. Restraint. Community. Three words that have absorbed new depths that challenge us during The Great Pause. Although independent in meaning they combine in an unfamiliar, or at best, forgotten triune mystery leading our hearts and/or minds to envision reality as it emerges from the paralyzing grip of the Covid19 pandemic. I say hearts and/or minds because it appears to me we are being led to a fork in the road opportunity.  To resume what history and science has deemed an impossible fight against limited resources or to continue by encouraging a new way of life afforded by the hidden grace imbued by this pandemic’s new normal. To resume disconnects the heart from the mind while to continue engages a childlike fellowship between the heart and mind. Like the tired argument against faith and works, transformation occurs when hearts housing an Image awaken to its divinely invested goodness and dignity that would better serve us as stewards of the human family and the gift of this planet we call Earth.

The Great Pause

A chorus of excitement filling misty air,
Cool and thick with joyous birdsong,
Awaiting the miracle of warmth and light,
Praising The Giver of sun to whom they belong.

The invisible assembly of unrivaled echoes,
Rise higher and pierce sharper than the day before,
Growing aware of newfound inheritance,
Grateful praise from feathered bodies increase in vigor.

The white dawn breaks quietly,
Piercing the horizon in glittering light,
The days pass by namelessly,
Whilst a vast solitude imposes its invisible fight.

This peculiar adversity,
Restraining exploitation into private Lent,
Yet the Earth breathes cleaner in respite,
The pillager fasts from consuming Natures willing ferment.

The predator grows lean and ever anxious,
Yearning to rejoin its hunt with the pack,
Still…Paralyzed in profound hesitation,
The sullen hunted awaits planning its counterattack.

Repentance drawn by contemplative breath,
Unwelcome at first by dawn’s first blush,
Yet the comforting sounds of Nature’s delight,
Awakened childhood memories replacing their scouring rush.

Like a shoot blossoming from a dry, dead limb,
Miraculous prospects haunt repentant minds within,
Hoarding gives away to communal needs,
Realizing less is more gazing upon Nature’s healing skin.

Childhood’s idealism seeds a new uprising,
Preparing for war against pedantic wants,
Thoughtful discussions fill conversation’s sandbox,
Proposing a new hope like a baptismal font.

A decision awaits the marauder’s fork in the road,
An ancient choice between an old and new will,
Submission beckons both to slavery,
One is kenotic… the other lonely and downhill.

The wondrous orb sinks quietly into dusk,
Returning with birdsong’s grateful delight,
Hoping tomorrow brings rise to new daylight,
Dreaming that the predator is gone from their sight,
Praising The Giver who changes hearts to contrite.

by Chris Clody
5/23/20

Demands of Authentic Love

Endure these commands of my authentic love,
Detach from delusions of tranquility,
Gospel persecution awaits like fist to glove,
Oppressing hearts in love of my charity,
Yes… this world hates you because it hated me first,
The servant is no greater than his master’s thirst.

These things done to you on account of my name,
Fearlessly enter the slaughter uncoerced,
Be brave in the one who sent me in his claim,
Do not be afraid of those who kill the body,
But the one who kills your soul eternally.

For all souls the Father gives me I will keep,
Each will be raised into my eternity,
Where I’ll wipe away every tear you now weep.

Abide in my love and entrust your life to me,
For all who’ll enter Heaven does so through me.

by Chris Clody
5/16/20

Broken to become whole…

“Lest you are broken, you cannot see the broken…” Praise to the God of the poor, standing vigil at your door,
Gathering tears that you weep,
For promise of laughter and peace of my eternal sleep.

Blest who share my will of the suffering,
Oned in Christ; hopeful and abiding,
Knowing you’ll see me when the world cannot see,
For I AM – alive in the Father and you in me!

Truly, my child you are loved by Abba,
because you clung to my Torah.
Blest are you who submit to my wounded love,
lifting an obedient cross for sake of the will above.

For my love stumbles not upon Mercy’s cornerstone,
Nor shall your forgiveness deny another to be left alone,
Even to those who persecute and hate you,
For your cross is lifted by my forgiveness of you.

Remain in me.

Chris Clody
5/13/20