Unfolding Light

             “I give you a new commandment,
             that you love one another
             just as I have loved you.”
                         —John 13.34

Look at the river.
It has no water of its own.

It receives from upstream,
and passes on what it receives.

You are not the spring,
but the riverbank.

You don’t have to have love,
you only have to pass it on.

Imagine loving as you have been loved,
rivering through your heart.

The only means to fuller love
is to receive more fully.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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The miracle is the absence.
The emptiness of the grave,
of our hands. The letting go.
Freedom from grasping.

Grief becomes openness.
The need no longer
for there to be the body
that we can still love.

An open door,
always, insistently open.
The empty space
that can’t be disproved.

The Presence that eludes
all containers, even the present,
that has escaped everything
into everything.

A dilation of this moment,
an aperture opening, letting in light,
a vacancy so pure
everything is clear and distinct.

The space left behind
when matter has turned to energy,
even death turned into love
needing nothing, even its own flesh.

After pure change
what once had to be is now missing,
Light splits open the darkness,
revealing its innards, transparent.

The substance of weakness and failure
evaporates into a vast generosity,
escaping the heaviness of necessity,
as light as light.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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             “I give them eternal life, and they will never perish.
             No one will snatch them out of my hand.”
                         —John 10.28

Because, dear one,
my hand is my heart,
sinew-bound you are,
flesh of my flesh,
not just in my hand but of it,
inseparable.
In your farthest removes
you are still held,
in your wildest temptation,
your awfullest sin,
your worst failure, you are mine.
In your worst sickness,
your deepest depression,
your toughest seizure,
your foulest addiction,
you belong to me,
and they have no grasp of you.
On the street, in handcuffs,
on the witness stand, or denied the stand,
in the torture prison,
detained, deported, disappeared—
you are here in my hand,
heart-held, heard, indivisible
from my deepest love.
In the face of hell itself
I’ve got you.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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             “I give them eternal life, and they will never perish.”
                                         —John 10.28

This doesn’t mean you’ll go on
for a long time after you die.
(It’s life that’s eternal, not you.)
It means right now you are part
of a mystery that is infinitely deep,
given life that can’t be taken from you.
You are part of the Body of God’s love
which can’t be killed.
Love doesn’t die; it evaporates,
still present in another form.

Love is the Word that was in the beginning
and ever shall be, that creates all things.
When you love you are part
of the original “Let there be light,”
that lives on even after the darkness is gone.
Even in failure, love accomplishes its purpose.

This promise is not only for comfort,
but for courage.
Love, then. Let nothing stop you.
It will matter forever.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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             “My sheep hear my voice.
             I know them, and they follow me.”
                                      —John 10.27

Beloved,
give me grace today
to listen for your voice,
to know the voice of mercy,
the call of delight,
and to distinguish it from the voice of fear,
the voice of resentment or reaction.
Help me listen for the voice that knows me,
the presence that honors my soul,
that delights in me, that magnifies me.
Give me grace to trust
the voice of love,
and to follow.

Breath prayer:
                         Listen … follow

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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         These are they who have come out of the great ordeal;
         they have washed their robes
         and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.
                                      —Revelation 7.14

In the shadowed valley
despite all cruelty
they have submitted
to a mighty kindness,

opened themselves
to a breath flowing
through them for others,

an eternal river
that will find its way,
even through death.

It has torn much away—
for some their very bodies—
but the life can’t be stopped,
this river that bears them in love.

They have been brought through.
They are changed.
There is nothing they cannot touch.
Though they seem to have lost everything,
and appear torn—dead, even—
the light is still in them,
and the breath, and the song,
singing.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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             “As a youngster you would put yourself together
             and go where you wanted.
             But as you mature you reach out.
             You let others work with you.
             You allow yourself to be led
             to places you wouldn’t have chosen.”
                                      —John 21.18 (my version)

It’s how you grow in faith.
It’s how you mature as a person.
It’s how you deal with getting old.

You get over thinking your life is about you.
You open yourself to the pull
of your belonging to a greater body.

You tend to relationships.
You let others be your center, your purpose.
Your goal is not having, but conveying.

You give up trying to be in control.
You allow yourself to be led.
You entrust yourself to grace.

You are willing to find yourself
in new places—scary, even—with courage.
Because you are guided. Accompanied. Held.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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             “Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?”
                         —Acts 9.4

Some call what happened to Saul
on the way to Damascus his conversion.
Something in him got changed,
even his religious outlook.
But really it was a call:
an awakening to a new purpose,
guided and empowered by the Spirit of love,
rooted in a sudden awareness
of God present in those who are persecuted,
awareness of the suffering of others,
and his own part in that.

We don’t need some dramatic experience
with light and voices (and no horse, please:
that’s in Caravaggio, not in Scripture).
Listen for the cries of the world,
and surrender yourself to its healing.
Listen for the beckoning of the Beloved,
and look inward.

Breath prayer:
                          Listen    …    look

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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              Jesus came and took the bread
             and gave it to them
             and did the same with the fish.
                                      —John 21.13

Jesus had a distinctive way of sharing bread:
taking, blessing, breaking, giving.

He did it at the Last Supper,
but it wasn’t the last.

He’d done it at the Everlasting Lunch,
feeding 5000.

And now he does it at the First Breakfast,
an Easter breaking of the fast of the cross.

Resurrection is escape from every confine,
even of time and space.

In every meal, every morsel,
Jesus is so present he’s edible.

The Beloved is here, now,
though we seldom dare ask, “Who are you?”

You don’t need to ask
if you taste.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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This vernal pool is all that still remains
of what was once a bank of snow piled deep,
but has been settled now by warmth and rains,
a season laid down to its final sleep.
Its only ornaments are tiny frogs
that soon will leave, and leaves along its floor.
It’s nothing grand among the forest bogs;
it’s not a pond: a puddle, and no more.
It won’t amount to much, as people think;
it won’t join in the river to the sea,
but sink among the roots where birches drink:
a humble life without a legacy—
and yet it won’t be gone, though now unseen:
no, look above, into the burgeoning green.

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Weather Report

Vanishing,
as today’s ice becomes
a brook, which
becomes the sea,
which returns as snow,
clearing overnight.
Expect all in higher elevations
to fall, but growth to continue
well into the next eon.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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