“Where do you go for time apart?” 3dogmom at Rev Gal Blog Pals asks. It’s a question that turns my thoughts and my heart to a rock on the shore of Lake Superior. A rock I’ve been visiting since I was a child. When I feel the press of daily life closing in on me, I long for that rock. When I need deep peace, I picture myself sitting on that rock as I listen to the waters of Lake Superior wash up on the rock.
Then I hear echoes of Robert Kooperman, a monk from the Abbey of St. John in Collegeville, Minnesota, playing “A Balm in Gilead”. Listen in with me.
The soil of my soul is prepared. Now I can let the words of the poem sink in. An excerpt from May Sarton’s “Innumerable Friend”
Can we not start at the small roots again/Build this “we” slowly, gently, one by one/From each small center toward communion?/Reach over the frontier, stranger to stranger/To find the only sure relief from danger?/Take the immense dangerous leap to understand/Build an invisible bridge from mind to mind…./Let us forget these principalities, these powers:/We are theirs perhaps, but they are not ours./Turn toward each other quietly and know/There are still bridges nations cannot overthrow./And if we fight–if we must at the end–These are the bridges we fight to defend.
Let the day begin.