I wrote this poem after taking a early morning prayer walk around my neighborhood on Sunday. The dichotomies of life around here captured my attention. The reality that Christ is all in all, above, around, behind, before and after all things was made real to me. In each of the parts of the whole...it is all in Him in a mystical way. He is the answer to it all, seen or unseen and in the wholeness that He encompasses...I walk, live and minister life.
He is here...
In the rustle of the trees that remind me of the water that laps up on the shore.
He is here...
In the warmth of the rising sun that sheds light over the colors dotting the landscape.
He is here....
In the dust under my feet, in the scent of old pine, that connects me to the flow of time.
He is there...
In the old rocks, the fallen logs, the morning squawk of the black birds.
He is there...
In the crumpled up cheap beer cans, littered across the dew kissed grass.
He is there....
In the litter of careless people, in the shoes dangling from the wire.
He is in...
The palate of colors that are painted on little flowers all over the glen.
He is in...
The soft breeze that cools, the fragrances that are small, only available if you kneel to the ground.
He is here....
Next to the lover’s abandoned clothes, the empty box of booze....the abandoned, the empty and the spent.
He is in it, around it, over it, before it, after it, in the midst of it...
He is Here...and so am I.
Eric Blauer 6.29.08
Oh, wow, Pastor Eric. I will be printing this out and putting it in my Bible. God speaks to you and through you so profoundly, I stand in awe. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThat's Where Jesus Is
ReplyDeletefrom the album "The Lost Cabin and the Mystery Trees"
(2006 Terry Taylor)
He’s not sittin’ up in the White House
Not subject to your big debate
Keeps His hands completely off Wall Street
Don’t own stocks, bonds or Real Estate
He ain’t up droppin’ bombs on people
Or workin’ on a college degree
He tunes out all them radio blowhards
Can’t stand the networks and religious TV
Chorus:
That’s Jesus in the homeless faces
With the junkies in their livin’ hell
That’s Jesus with the drunks and in
The lonely places
The rest homes and prison cells
That’s where Jesus is
That’s where Jesus is
He don’t hug trees or kill ‘em
Or drive a particular car
Won’t help you write a big hit song
Don’t care how good lookin’ you are
And Jesus won’t be voting
He’s not your party crashin’ dog in this fight
Not a fan rootin’ for your home team
Don’t insure that your future is bright
Chorus:
That’s Jesus in the homeless faces
With the junkies in their livin’ hell
That’s Jesus with the drunks and in
The lonely places
The rest homes and prison cells
That’s where Jesus is
Where we ought to be
Here’s where Jesus works
Inside you and me
With the folks with AIDS
And the suffering kids
That’s where Jesus hangs
That’s where Jesus is
On the corner ‘round the prostitutes
Is where He’ll probably show
He gets invited to church sometimes
And sometimes He don’t go
Don’t care nuthin’ about your status
What you can or you can’t afford
Don’t care if you’re voted best actor
Not impressed with your big award
He’s not in the five star restaurant
Eating a six course meal
He’s not over on some golf course
Discussing the oil deal
He wants our voice (That’s where Jesus is)
That’s how He talks (That’s where Jesus is)
That’s how He walks (That’s where Jesus is)
And He wants our faith (That’s where Jesus is)
But there’s never enough
He wants our hearts (That’s where Jesus is)
That’s how He Loves
Chorus:
That’s where Jesus is
That’s where Jesus is
That’s where Jesus is