Category: Reflections

Spirit Within,
may I embody your grace.
May I not seek to be right, but to be gentle,
not to get my way but to be kind,
never to surrender my tenderness.

May I be faithful and steadfast
and see people with my faith, not my fears,
only to raise up and not push down,
to set free and not to corner,
to bless, not to use,
never to surrender my compassion.

May I clearly bear witness
to your prayer for us,
and speak and act for justice
for the sake of all who are not free,
never to surrender my conviction.

Grant me courage to be loving,
wisdom to be humble,
strength to be gentle.

Spirit Within,
by your grace
may I embody your grace.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

Breathing Compassion

Breathe in.
Breathe deeply.
Breathe in love.

It is love, all this that surrounds you,
surrounds you perfectly,
touches you perfectly,
holds you, contains you, fills you perfectly.
You breathe it.
You move through it.
Everything you see, you see through it.

It is given, breathed into you,
the breath of love,
from divine lungs
that breathe everything,
that have been breathing from all eternity,
breathing the one spirit we all breathe.

Breathe it in deeply, this love.
Let it fill you,
enliven you,
change you.

And breathe out.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

           …and after the fire a sound of sheer silence.
                           —1 Kings 19 12

That silent voice
was there in the wind
and the earthquake and the fire,
but you didn’t hear it.
That gentle murmur was there in the cave,
but you didn’t notice.
That tiny whisper was there under the broom tree
but you didn’t listen.
It was there in Jezebel’s threat
though it was drowned out by the shouting,
but it was there.
It’s so quiet you can’t even tell what it’s saying
but it’s there,
with you, enfolding you,
that little sound a mother makes
holding her dear one close.
Remember how you once leaned against your mother’s chest
just to hear her breathing,
your father, just to feel the gentle rumble?
That voice.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

           There is no longer Jew or Greek,
           there is no longer slave or free,
           there is no longer male and female;
           for all of you are one in Christ Jesus.
                           —Galatians 3.28

It is not that there are no distinctions,
that somehow we are all alike—
oh, no, we’re different in so many ways.
It’s not that we’re not different,
it’s that we’re not separate.
We are one body, with all our differences,
one Being, one Love.
What is no longer is the ”or.”
There is no longer “red or blue;” there is rainbow.
We love our neighbor as ourselves
because they are part of ourselves.
We love our enemies because we are part of them,
part of what they are part of.

God grant us the mind of One,
none of us separate and distinct,
all of us in you,
with love.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

            They arrived at the country of the Gerasenes….
                           —Luke 8.26


Jesus says, “Let’s go to the other side.”
           Into what shadows does he lead me?

A part of me, unwell, living amid death, cries out.
           Who it? What is its name?

He had many demons.
           Can I see myself as Jesus does, whole, separate from the demons?

They are Legion, they say. Many. Caesar’s.
           What demons of Empire live in me?

Jesus knows my demons, commands them, sends them away.
           Can I let go?

The herd of my old life has been cast into the abyss.
           Is this a New Creation?

There is my frightening self, sane and presentable.
           Would I rather not have that one join me?

We have asked him to leave.
           How do we push him away?

When he says, “No, go home and tell the story”
           what story would I tell?

He says again, “Let’s go to the other side….”
           Of what? Of whom? Am I ready? Will I go?

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

           As a deer longs for flowing streams,
           so my soul longs for you, O God.
                           —Psalm 42.1

The hollow in the health of my cells
thirsts
for the water of you that is who I am,

and, still and waiting,
finds
the deep spring

cool and clear, flowing, and
drinks
deeply of what the earth gives of itself, unceasing.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

Confined with COVID to a single room for days on end,
I join the ranks of those who can only
look out a window, if they have one:
cloistered nuns, hospital patients,
nursing home residents, prisoners.
We gaze, we yearn, we befriend ourselves
in this small universe, this tomb, this womb.
A little thread stretches
out from deep inside to open air
and all its roots and alleys,
to those we miss, to all the others,
a thread only discernible
in the vast nugget of this desert solitude.

Go into the crowd and listen to the hunger
for the peace of living with oneself,
how foreign, cherished, doubted, forgotten.
Go into your own little cell and find there
the wire throbbing.
Follow the thin song,
and touch the miracle that we all
are enclosed,
all held,
all are lonelier than we think,
all more deeply connected than we know.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

O Loving Mystery,
womb of all that is
and womb within us,
silence and darkness
and gentle companion,
you who are beyond,
beside and within us,
unknowable and known,
eternal and waiting
to be born in us,
Lover and Beloved
and the Love that flows between,
we praise you and thank you
that we are members of your Body,
stewards of your light,
words of your song.
Sing in us; dance in us;
love in us, you who love us perfectly,
that the circle may be complete.
Amen.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

           When the Spirit of truth comes,
           she will guide you into all the truth;
           for she will not speak on her own,
           but will speak whatever she hears,
           and she will declare to you the things that are to come.
                           —John 16.13

Spirit is not some ghost floating around
but God, the energy of love itself,
in you.
You will not hear voices in the air
telling you secrets.
You will learn to attend to the Witness
who is there within you,
the Openness who knows the truth,
the Presence who gives voice to what is loving.
You will come to know what you know,
to truly see what you see and hear what you hear,
and walk on that path.
She will guide you, and day by day
you will learn to listen.

_________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

Little kids in a Karate class,
the usual mix of discipline and squirreliness.
Learning the moves, repeating the moves.
The posture, the punch, the follow-through.
They don’t all understand what they’re doing or why.
Practicing the moves, the stance, the focus.
Going through the motions
until they are natural.

No different from Yo-Yo Ma on the cello,
Babe Ruth in batting practice:
go through the motions.

So I practice the moves.
The gratitude, the forgiveness, the compassion.
Go through the motions.
The trust, the silence, the openness, the prayer. 
This is how you become a master.
Today I will go through the motions.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net