I am the kite:
Red and orange,
Fire in the sky,
Stunt Kite,
Cutting loops
And gashes in the blue,
My skin vibrates
On my frame with power.
I cut the cord
To fly yet higher still,
To show the rest
What freedom's all about.
I turn and twist
My fanciest curl
And set my course
For distance.
But, my mistake
Was not
To take the wind for granted,
But the cord
That tensioned me
To one I did not see
So far below.
The flyer is not me.
Lord, give me the anchor. Give me pause.
Let me know in freedom's limited flight,
The kite's first cause.
Bruce Barton Bailey
Sunday, May 29, 1994
University Presbyterian Church, Seattle, Washington
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
I Am the Kite
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Friday, January 11, 2013
Fire
(Leader’s Guide to Reflective Practice by Judy Brown)
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Tuesday, January 08, 2013
A Prayer and an Icon
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Monday, January 07, 2013
On Exploring and Change...
“Exploring” by Wendell Berry
Always in the (wilderness) when you leave familiar ground
and step off alone into a new place,
there will be, along with the feelings of curiosity and excitement,
a little nagging of dread.
It is the ancient fear of the Unknown,
and it is your first bond with the wilderness you are going into.
What you are doing is exploring.
You are undertaking the first experience,
not of the place, but of yourself in that place.
It is an experience of our essential loneliness;
for nobody can discover the world for anybody else.
It is only after we have discovered it for ourselves
that it becomes a common ground and a common bond,
and we cease to be alone.
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THIS IS AN HOUR of change.
Within it we stand uncertain on the border of light.
Shall we draw back or cross over?
Where shall our hearts turn?
Shall we draw back, my brother, my sister,
or cross over?
This is the hour of change, and within it,
we stand quietly
on the border of light.
What lies before us?
Shall we draw back, my brother, my sister,
or cross over?
By Leah Goldberg, adapted;
Mishkan T’Filah for Travelers: A Reform Siddur
Central Conference of American Rabbis, 2009
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