Showing posts with label singularity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label singularity. Show all posts

Monday, May 24, 2021

Pentecost 2021

 



From Passover and Crucifixion
to Passover and Crucifixion,
the people had been closed off,
locked away from one another
by decree by fear, and by death
wrought by a raging pestilence.


But today, such decrees were lifted,
and all gathered together;
no matter their language or culture;
they gathered in one space,
to be of one mind,
in gratitude.


Into that singular mental space,
from all and in all directions,
a purifying wind blew,
and a refiner’s fire
filled the collective soul.


All at once, the people began to speak,
some in languages they’d never studied;
everyone heard and was heard, 

everyone understood and was understood,
everyone one in being with one.


Everyone one of heart, exult
in all of one for one
and dwell now in hope,
no longer abandoned to Gehenna;
we who have seen death
have also seen life,
and we have chosen life.


What now shall we do?
The people asked, as one voice.


And the answer came to all:
Be penitent for all past double-standards,
serve the divine by serving your neighbor;
believe that all are equal to love divine,
and live to that truth.


If you do this, you will have welcomed
Olam Haba, and shall be embraced therein.


In gladness and singleness of heart,
All breathed as one and, as one, sighed:
Amen. 


© 2021 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen and songsofasouljourney.blogspot.com





Thursday, June 2, 2011

One Body


Drops,
drops of water,
infinitude of pools,
views of life differentiations.

Drops,
drops of water beading,
pooling and flowing as rivers,
from a common source.

Drops,
dews dropped from above,
flowing to the beat of a drum,
wellspring musical.

Drops,
in, of, to, with, for;
form omnipresent,
from the one to the many.

Drops,
ancient and sacred,
draw life into being,
bring lives into union.

Drops,
compose and complete
the divine and infinite message:
life is love, love is one.

Drops,
divine messengers,
flow through you,
flow through us all;

Drops
bind us in communion,
and call us to love one another.
Let us never be confounded on this point.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen