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

Be Still

The gentle and patient handling of our curious souls thrust into bright lights, vibrant colors, and luscious sounds offers escape a holy, narrow path to solitude. Oh, and how, the stillness beckons us with the good and beautiful things that promise to fill a yearning heart. This choice is chosen in as much hope as in trust because of an immense love carefully gathering our rambunctious wills.

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This Quiet

This quiet,
Stolen by the heart,
A forbidden tryst,
Rejoins its lost part,
One flesh, two souls kiss,
Within the quiet,
This stillness,
Wild Love reigns free,
Within dawn’s wet pasture,
Fertile is His Will,
Translucent, foggy mist,
Alerted by songbirds shrill,
Two souls just exist,
This knowing,
This Lover’s embrace,
Irresistible to touch,
Gathers within a cloud,
Wonder incarnates,
Thoughts burst aloud,
Hearts vibrate,
As One,
Holy,
Moment in time.
This quiet.
Come to the
Quiet.

By Chris Clody
6/20/2017

Morning has broken!

Yep, I’m a morning person, that’s confirmed with the first, brisk inhale as my ears gorge on birdsong.  Seeing my puff of breath brings out new depths of personal gratitude while this background symphony by feathery friends assist my morning prayer. These are the moments that leave me truly awestruck and wanting to see the face of God. I anxiously await another sunrise that will soon still me so I may blush along with the clouds at the promise of forever and a new day. I pray for those who miss this opportunity, to truly breathe Mercy, and make ready our will to love another.

Surely….God is amazing.
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Someday…

Someday, sooner or later,
Life becomes something more,
When the hidden songs of birds,
Overwhelm and occupy the soul,
And desperation opens a new door.

Surely, we all will realize,
Entitlement’s thin veneer,
That stuffed us full of sugar,
Catering buffets of the ephemeral,
Petrified of the beauty we might hear.

Someday, now sooner than later,
That sunrise will catch our breath,
And draw us out like a moth to light,
Into that early morning dawn,
to doubt the finality of death.

Surely, in that golden gaze of sun,
The veneer will melt away,
A smallness will overtake us,
Grateful to feel our soul’s first yearning,
while repressed love blooms its first bouquet.

Someday, has come today,
Transfixed, unsure, willing and trembling,
Like a beggar holding flowers,
Stands now at the door crying,
Instead of excited and holding an engagement ring.

By Chris Clody
6/18/16

Just Another morning

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The Extraordinary Of Ordinary

Blush was the dawn’s awesome silence
Impossible colors on the skin of clouds,
The extraordinary of ordinary,
Quickly stolen by the rising sun.

Darkened corners swept with light,
Glints from a leaf bejeweled by dew,
Darting brown shadows of frenzied cottontails,
A joyous song bird echoes this morning liturgy,
“Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead,
and Christ shall give you light.”
On cue, a gaggle of geese,
lift as one chorus floating upon a rising mist,
honking like traffic that’s soon to come.

Busyness spills its crescendo of actions,
Slowly drowning the prayer of dawn.
Nevertheless, it has blessed this day,
For sleepy eyes to marvel.

Tomorrow waits patiently,
Unrushed,
Unworried,
Unstoppable.

By Chris Clody
4/30/16

True Love is True Light

Most mornings I am trained by my dogs to awake before sunrise. Anxiously pressing through the sliding glass door, racing to catch an imaginary squirrel in the dark, crisp, cool air, I turn on the coffee and wait for little taps signaling their hungry return.  Gobble. Let out. Let in. Another day begins sitting in my favorite chair balancing coffee ready to read. After appreciating the chewy, many-layered flavors forked from biblical chapters while gratefully warmed by a gulp of coffee, I await the first blush of dawn – until it breaks with its radiant miracle.

Light of Faith

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Light of our faith,
Lamp of our love,
Shine within the hollow…

Break of dawn,
Ray of myst’ry,
Drawn to you I follow…

All I have is Yours to hold,
Take my heart, my soul, my body and mind,
Press me to Your heart O Lord,
Brighten my path of faith that stumbles blind

Sweet, Savior King,
Merciful One,
Son of God we hallow…

In you alone we rise,
Lift us from this grasp of sin,
Where love remains and never dies.

by Chris Clody 3/28/15