Monday Morning Musing, in the Afternoon....

Monday, December 14, 2020

Seattle, WA

Time. In Advent it is waiting time. In our world, it is time to stay in. In our nation it is time to heal. Time. It has gotten past me over the last couple of weeks.

I wonder what Mary, Jesus' mother, thought when she considered time. Or how it felt to her to race through time to see Elizabeth when she learned of their mutual pregnancies. The Pacific Northwest poet David Whyte imagines it thusly:

The Visitation

Here is a meeting made of hidden joys

Of lightenings cloistered in a narrow place

From quiet hearts the sudden flame of praise

And in the womb the quickening kick of grace.

Two women on the very edge of things

Unnoticed and unknown to men of power

But in their flesh the hidden Spirit sings

And in their lives the buds of blessing flower.

And Mary stands with all we call 'too young',

Elizabeth with all called 'past their prime'

They sing today for all the great unsung

Women who turned eternity to time

Favoured of heaven, outcast on the earth

Prophets who bring the best in us to birth.