like the rough-textured brown Christ child
on the sheepskin in the Chapel
surrounded by the glazed and polished saints
gazing adoringly at the formed, but unfinished clay.
So the saints and angels in heaven
and all the cloud of witnesses around me
Gaze in wonder and love
at the unfinished earthliness of my being,
Knowing that the Creator and Redeemer of all the Universe
is making me new in the likeness of Christ –
The Christ who became like I am
that I might become like God.
Not an ending, but a beginning
Not a leaving, but a lifting
Not a sending, but a taking with,
a journeying together
To carry the power of creation
into the relationships of the World.
“How, O Lord?”
“Come and see.”
–Nancy R. Smith, 1/10/98, as I was beginning a two-year apprenticeship
with the Guild for Spiritual Guidance.
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