HOLY SPIRIT: Earth, Wind, And Fire

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Holy Spirit

The Indwelling Presence

And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods,
And mountains; and of all that we behold
From this green Earth; of all the mighty world.
(William Wordsworth)

We ache to understand our lives.  But where we look for the information we need is in the things around us.  Even in the people we associate with.

And, when it is quiet, we want our feelings to show us the way.  To give us clarity.

I feel angry about this, so it must be a bad thing.

We forget that all the things we have and hold dear, and all the emotions that grab our attention are subject to change.  There is no fixedness in life.

There was never meant to be.

There is always movement.  No matter how hard we cling to what is, there is always what will be.

There is always time as our undercurrent.

And watching over this undercurrent is the Holy Spirit.

O our Mother the Earth, blessed is your name.
Blessed are your fields and forests, your rocks and mountains, your grasses
and trees and flowers, and every green and growing thing.
Blessed are your streams and lakes and rivers, the oceans where our life began,
and all your waters that sustain our bodies and refresh our souls.
Blessed is the air we breathe, your atmosphere that surrounds us
and binds us to every living thing.
Blessed are all creatures who walk along your surface or swim in your waters
or fly through your air, for they are all our relatives.
Blessed are all people who share this planet, for we are all one family,
and the same spirit moves through us all.
Blessed is the sun, our day star, bringer of morning
and the heat of summer, giver of light and life.
Blessed is the moon, our night lamp, ruler of the tides, 
protector of all women, and guardian of our dreams.
Blessed are the stars and planets, the time-keepers, who fill our nights
with beauty and our hearts with awe.
O Great Spirit, whose voice we hear in the wind and whose face
we see in the morning sun, blessed is your name.
Help us to remember that you are everywhere,
and teach us the way of peace.
(Helen Weaver)

It is the motion of our lives that we judge harshly.  We don’t mind having things, generally.  We don’t mind having feelings, generally.

But we mind when those things and feelings change right before our eyes.

When we are young, we don’t want to grow old.

And when we have things we don’t want them to go away.

Even the bad things.

We think that they define us, tell us who we are, remind us of our place in the world.

We might think we want change.  We may even dream of change.

But when change comes, we cry out against it.

And we mourn our loss.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep!
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep!
People are going back and forth
Across the doorsill where the two worlds meet;
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep!

There is much in change.

There is filth and blood and great loss of energy.  It is the nature of birth.

But we go through many births throughout our lives.

Infinite births.

All generally the same: dirty and cruel and shocking.

But the Holy Spirit offers the ways of cleansing yourself after transitions.

Through healing.

Through prayer.

Through forgiveness.

Through silence.

And, through motion.

Going somewhere different.

Seeing a new way in life.

In Praise of Fire

Let us praise the grace and risk of Fire.

In the beginning,
The Word was red,
And the sound was thunder,
And the wound in the unseen
Spilled forth the red weather of being.

In the name of the Fire,
The Flame
And the Light:
Praise the pure presence of fire
That burns from within
Without thought of time.

The hunger of fire has no need
for the reliquary of the future,
It adores the eros of now,
Where the memory of the earth
In flames that lick and drink the air
Is made to release
Its long-enduring forms
In the powder of ashes
Left for the wind to decipher.

As air intensifies the hunger of fire,
May the thought of death
breathe new urgency
into our love of life.

As fire cleanses dross,
May the flame of passion
Burn away what is false.

As short as the time
From spark to flame,
So brief may the distance be
Between heart and being.

May we discover 
Beneath our fear
Embers of anger
To kindle justice.

May courage
Cause our lives to flame,
In the name of the Fire,
And the Flame
And the Light.
(John O’Donohue)

We build walls that we think will protect us from change.  From growth.  From death.

We spend our effort trying to find ways to control our lives.  To write our own stories.

To divorce ourselves from God.

All gifts from God must be pleasant and sweet.  A sugary kiss goodnight.

We want no challenge.  No discomfort.

No earthquake beneath our feet.


Let yourself fall.

Let yourself flow.

Let yourself melt.

Let yourself be reformed.

Before the Universe nothing else was.
From nothingness all things arise:
Space, time, and matter,
Life, mind, and galaxies,
Spirit, love, and wonder.

What is this nothingness pregnant with everything?
Pure creative energy, with unlimited potential:
The very essence of being and consciousness.
You are that! I am that!
Glorious divine mystery.


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