Gabe and Papa’s latest (January 2017) In light of recent events.
The empty paper, the pen, and the pain.
I can’t get started, he says,
while priming the pump.
The pieces laid out on the table.
Fresh water or fresh thoughts:
both sometimes require a taking apart,
a putting-back together.
Jari in Unhola M.R.A. – 2017
My friend keeps on stealing my few words
I have created in the foggy nights in Unhola.
There is nothing new or old –
everything has already been said too many times.
My prostate is getting larger faster than my thinking.
I still love my friend, the poet, on the other side of the table,
The stealer of my few words.
The Stealer of Words J.L. – 2017
Have we suffered enough for breakfast?
The world has turned once more.
Bombs have fallen somewhere. I didn’t quite catch where, on the radio.
A new tyrant in office; the people’s saviour.
And yet: the sun rose,
And we are here.
My stomach complains.
There will be tea and toast
And enough suffering, no doubt, for dessert.
Suffering and Breakfast M.R.A. – 2017
There is no measuring tape for one’s suffering before the breakfast
Home-made yoghurt is the most delicious poetry
That has ever touched these rough lips.
Suffering and Breakfast J.L. – 2017
The prices of the solar panels
have gone up steeply in 20 years.
What is the price of the renewable energy of love
in our impatient time,
where poems must be written in 27 seconds?
Love and Solar Panels J.L. – 2017
Määrittelet rakkautemme aurinkopaneeliksi.
Sitähän meillä ei ole.
Ei vielä,
mutta aurinko on.
Love and solar panels L.L. – 2017
Laku can’t even be with us.
Poor dog, hanging her head over the gate.
So much desire in such a small package.
Such faithfulness, kept out of our room.
Licorice is best in small bites.
Laku M.R.A – 2017
Laku, viisas ystäväni,
Sinä jaksat rakastaa
aidan läpikin.
Laku can’t even be with us L.L. – 2017
Laku can’t be with us
Even though she heard her name called by the kitchen poets.
She knows more that we all, together.
Too wise and too real to be fully accepted as a member of the
Shakepeare club of European starlings.
Laku can’t even be with us J.L. – 2017
‘Wait and see what Trump does.’ How many times have we heard that, lately. Such terrible uncertainty. Everywhere. But hasn’t it always been that way? Jesus called the first disciples during brutal military occupation. Martin Luther became a monk and then a reformer during societal earthquakes. Martin Luther King was who he was because he lived out his dream during, and precipitating, crises that shook the world. And so again the call. This Jesus walks by us too. And says: ‘follow me. NOW is the time. Despite: no – because of – the risk. Follow me.’
Mary Eastlake – Annunciation – Montreal Museum of Fine Arts
This was the one God chose as theotokos, meaning “God-bearer”. My spirit rejoices, the girl tells the angel. For God has looked with favour on the lowliness of his servant. The message is simple. If God chose someone as weak and lowly as Mary for something so important and powerful, then surely God continues to choose the outsider. We need have no shame when we feel that way. More importantly: we ignore the modern-day theotokai – the weak, marginalized, strange, poor, God-bearers around us – at our peril. They are the prophets. They tell us what is important.
Chagall window, Chicago
God’s mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation, says Mary. NOT “God’s mercy is for the rich”. She didn’t say that. NOT God’s mercy is for the upper-class. She didn’t say that either. And neither did she congratulate the selfish who are increasingly rewarded in our society and by our politicians (and apparently, by our votes): the influence-peddlers and the professors in their offices and the business-people in their downtown towers. For the mighty one of Israel, Mary said, has brought down the powerful and lifted up the lowly. God has filled the hungry with good things and sent the rich away empty. Notice that word: empty. You and I –we’ve already had enough. Advent is about who we see and who we ignore, an announcement about place and privilege. It’s about justice. It’s about how much a cup of coffee costs, and who manufactures our shoes, and whether some government committee paid for by our taxes cuts funding for social programs. And it’s about our political and economic and environmental opinions just as much as our religious opinions. Because the surprise we’d better learn now, is that those things cannot be separated.
My father died this August. All Souls, this year, is hitting me hard. ‘All that stuff about saints’, I remember hearing, growing up, ‘that’s just idolatry… worshipping false gods.’ Actually, I think the opposite is true. When we imagine that in this creation we’re somehow alone, that it’s all about ‘my God and me’, we make ourselves into idols. When we forget that ‘ashes to ashes and dust to dust’ applies to all of us we’re pretending to BE gods. When we act – what pride it takes! – as if we’ll live forever, we’re ignoring all those who have gone before. The truth is, we’ll always be in relationship with a world, animate and inanimate, that has experienced forgiveness and mercy and love before us, with us, and long after us. That’s the church. The one without walls, in either time or space. The boat, on the river of time.
My contribution to 500 years…
Luther's Long Shadow from Matthew Anderson on Vimeo.
A few years ago my daughter called me from a soccer field, telling me she’d been hurt. I picked up crutches and met her at the field. “Thank-you, Daddy,” she kept saying to me as I helped her up. “Thank-you for coming.” So you also, Jesus says, when you have done all that you were ordered to do, say “We are but slaves. We have only done what we ought to have done!” Let me rephrase. Who among you, who is a parent or a step-parent or a grand-parent or an aunt or an uncle, would expect one of the children in your life in an emergency to thank you for coming to their aid? Would you not rather say to that child: “you’re welcome my daughter, my niece, but really I’m only doing what any adult in this situation ought to do?” I felt a bit ashamed. After all, where else would I WANT to be? Jesus is making the point that there are certain things that are just part of the deal. They’re supposed to be part of our basic identity. One night, years ago when I had a house, I left the water running on my grass by accident and went to sleep. My neighbor, who arrived home late, saw it and came over and turned it off. When he told me the next day and I thanked him, he just shrugged: “I’m your neighbour,” he said. “That’s what neighbours do.” Feed the hungry, says Jesus. Clothe the poor, visit the sick, seek justice for the marginalized and powerless…and do it all while being thankful for what you have, trying to live in love. You and I, said Jesus, should just shrug and say: that’s just what we’re supposed to do. Imagine a world where it could be that natural. Truth is…it can.
Unsettled Words 