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Lectio + Haiku -- March 2007
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Haiku
Our guide, clear-eyed through
joy or travail, shows a path
on this kindred earth.
-- Brad, Port Townsend
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Ashes to ashes,
Child of earth embrace your life,
Seed of lover’s joy!
-- Kay, Bargersville
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Plum blossoms swaddle
each branch of the sapling we
planted last winter.
-- Margaret, In the Courtyard
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Crows cough common thoughts.
Mocking ducks quack quack quack quack.
Starlings, startled, sing.
-- Greg, Seattle
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my Friend has died. He,
born common from the womb, wore
Purple in my eyes.
-- Brad, Port Townsend
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White in winter's dusk,
scattered on a well-worn trail,
fresh bones of a deer.
-- Greg, Seattle
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The thin stem still holds
the weight of a ripe apple
compacted with rain.
-- Greg, Seattle
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First, give up being
first. First, come out of the womb.
First breathe, then cry out.
-- Margaret, In the Courtyard
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Scripture
Lent is a season for coming to
terms with who we really are. That thought led me to one of my
favorite passages from the Apocrypha, a collection of texts
that, though not part of the official canon, are sometimes
included in Christian Bibles between the Old and New Testaments.
Wisdom of Solomon 7: 1-6
I also am mortal, like everyone else,
a descendant of the first-formed child of earth;
and in the womb of a mother I was molded into flesh,
within the period of ten months, compacted with blood,
from the seed of a man and the pleasure of marriage.
And when I was born, I began to breathe the common air,
and fell upon the kindred earth;
my first sound was a cry, as is true of all.
I was nursed with care in swaddling cloths.
For no king has had a different beginning of existence;
there is for all one entrance into life, and one way out.
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