Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads!
Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut?
Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee!
He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground
and where the pathmaker is breaking stones.
He is with them in sun and in shower,
and his garment is covered with dust.
Put off thy holy mantle and even like him come down on the dusty soil!
Deliverance?
Where is this deliverance to be found?
Our master himself has joyfully taken upon him the bonds of creation;
he is bound with us all for ever.
Come out of thy meditations and leave aside thy flowers and incense!
What harm is there if thy clothes become tattered and stained?
Meet him and stand by him in toil and in sweat of thy brow.
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From guest Rhonda Stevenson (contact)
Many priests, clerics, and religious would do well to read these words. The poet has spoken truth: "Thy God is not before thee!' if we are turned away from all that He has created to be seen and experienced. "He is 'with' them in sun and shower", not limited to a candle's flame or temple wall or string of beads, but IN each life; "he is bound with us all forever". Deliverance has come, we must go out and meet it in the daily work of the sweat of our brow and the faces and hearts of others, even in all of the created world. All of one's life can be a meditation when spent this way. I truly love this man's writing, and to whomever has translated it ...Well done!
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