Unfolding Light

          All scripture is inspired by God.
                       —2 Timothy 3.16

Scripture is the community’s reflections
on living in God’s world—
in many voices, many viewpoints.
It isn’t dictated, or even directed, by God,
but in-spirited by God.
Spirit, that is, God’s love-in-motion, is in it,
and when we listen with that spirit
we hear the Word of God—
not always some literal “meaning,”
or even words, or ideas at all,
but the living Word of God,
what God is communicating to you, or us,
in the moment.
It may be a sense…or sensation… or sound…
an image… a touch… a nudge… a knowing…
a turning or opening of your heart…
a kind of pheromone… or a question,
even a refutation of the very words printed.
You have to listen for Spirit,
whose voice sounds a lot like laughter,
or a mother cooing to her infant,
or a song without words, or
silence.

Listen to scripture with the Spirit of love.
Listen for the voice of love,
and Spirit will lead you in love.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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She waddles across my yard out of the woods,
relaxed and casual. She gazes at me
standing there with a hose by the coneflowers
like I might be some curious bit of wildlife,
neither threatening nor edible, just odd.
I wish we could talk.
We’re not far apart—pretty close, really,
she and I, in our natural habitats,
yet also different—
me with my adolescent wish to be included
and she with her wordless, absolute surety
of who she cares about being liked by
and how.



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         Weather Report

Particularity,
increasing throughout the day.
Your unique little world
will differ from someone else’s,
and both will pass
like a steady breeze.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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          Proclaim the message;
                    be persistent whether the time is favorable or unfavorable.
          For people will accumulate for themselves
                    teachers to suit their own desires.
                                           —2 Timothy 4. 2-3


The Emperor wants to get
between you and the truth.

To pry loose your loyalty,
kidnap your belief.

His minions will tell you
when to be joyful, what to regret.

At the microphone, desperate clowns,
they will mock the truth.

Daily, in little moments, we trade
what we know for what somebody feels.

Wisdom is open to truth, but not blackmail,
persuaded, yes, but never merely swayed.

Your last freedom is to know what you know,
to marry—forsaking all others—the truth.

Your greatest test is the opportunity
to be truthful when others don’t want to hear.

When times are unfavorable,
the atmosphere harsh, persist.

The truth, your Beloved,
will stay faithful to you till the end.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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          In a certain city there was a judge
               who neither feared God
               nor had respect for people….
          A widow kept coming to him
               saying, “Grant me justice.”
                                       —Luke 18.2-3


O Humble One,
come to us—
judgmental as we are,
oblivious to you,
careless toward others—
come, demanding justice,
come, and come again;
wear us down
by continually coming.
Disguised as someone
vulnerable, powerless,
shamed, blamed,
let your small voice
keep bothering us
until we grant you justice.
O Lowest One,
you who patiently wait,
it is we who have the power,
we who must listen,
who must decide.

When you come among us
will you find faith?

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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“Immigrants are thieves and murderers,”
say the descendants of immigrants
who came among the Natives
as thieves and murderers.
          Great Spirit, grant us humility.

Some chant replacement theories,
ignoring who we tried to replace.
         Grant us silence.

We are innocent, of course:
it was our great grandparents who sinned…
but we still cling to stolen land,
and resist making things right.
         Grant us repentance.

Those who we tried to erase
are still here.
         Grant us gratitude.

The ghost dance goes on,
beneath our knowing.
        Great Spirit, take hold of us.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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Time is not a line
that goes and never comes back.
It’s like a tree, adding rings.

Space is not the distance between us,
but the breadth of our connection,
how we link around the world.

When you feel you are the only one
you are not alone.
Your ancestors surround you.
We are all around you

in quantum entanglement, singing.
Standing outside the prison,
beneath the silence of dread,
the roar of threat,
listen for us.

Feel the earth trembling
with our footsteps, marching,
dancing, all around you,
a hoop dance, a stomp dance,
a hora, a haka,
angels kicking up the dust.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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My prayers are sloppy scribblings,
awkward drawings,
unintelligible notes
that I, mostly ignorant, hand to God,
who puts them on her fridge.

How could I judge, or even imagine,
the delight with which she stands there
and gazes at them?

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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It hangs over my head, an ominous cloud.
It portends a great flood.
I haul out an umbrella of fear,
a great rain slicker of guilt,
the life jacket of despair.

Yet God’s hope for me is not to do,
but to be.
Even if I fail at everything
life will go on,
I will be whole,
God will love me.

So, my list:
   • be trusting
   • be present
   • be grateful
   • be kind.
Then, if there’s time and energy,
all that other stuff.

There is no storm cloud.
It’s only fog.
It passes.

I enter the deep, secret peace.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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          Where are the other nine?
          Did none of them return to give glory to God
          except this foreigner?
                       —Luke 17.17-18

It was the immigrant
         who returned to give thanks.

Outsiders endure what we wouldn’t,
         grateful for what we assume.

Accustomed to kindness,
          confident of belonging,
we take for granted
         what is pure gift,
         truly miracle.

Pray we need not suffer
         to learn gratitude.



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       Weather Report

Showers of blessing,
a thorough drenching,
made possible by the humility—
unless, with the proper protection of deserving,
you are untouched.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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