Sunday, 8 March 2009

Day Fourteen: Faith







Word of the Day: Faith

Image of the Day: Snow Goddess in the Labyrinth


Token of the Day: beaded hand necklace (originally from the Tate Gallery from an exhibition - origin unknown!)



Faith - the day after Hope! My pondering on faith today has been mostly away from the house but has been an inward journey.

Yesterday's blog was unfinished in that i did not include the journey i took to the Bield and into dreams. I would strongly recommend looking at the facilitator's website. Fran Marquis-Faulkes is an awesome artist and a skilled dreamworker and facilitator (http://www.erehwon.org.uk/) The detail of my dream journey is not for this blog but it is journalled and the essence of it (i think) is:
I now have both the key
and the door
I can unlock and open
I can even step through
and i can still close the door when i need to
and i can even lock it behind me.

Today i attended the service of thanksgiving for the life and work of Professor Marcella Althaus-Reid (http://www.althaus-reid.com/). I dedicate today's blog to her - mystic, academic, queer theologian.

Today is also the Feast Day of St Perpetua who was arrested and executed for her faith alongwith her companion Felicitas. Their picture is the cover of the Queer Commentary to which Marcella contributed. The visions that Perpetua had during her imprisonment are committed in writing in the genre known as "Passion". No longer surprising that the same words are started to pepper my blog like cairns on the path...

Faith
leap over
my lack
of faith
touch my doubt
with the certainty
of your faith in me.

Faithful friend makes me
sound like a dear old dog
flopped in front of the fire
tail thumping on the rug

i long to be filled with faith
as a vessel,
as a vase of flowers thirsting for more water
as a river in drought prays for the rain.
Faith can move mountains
Hmmm...what might this mean?
don't earthquakes move mountains
causing chaos, death, fear?

Faith
root me to Your earth
help me reach the stars
fill me to overflowing with courage
that i become Your body
that i embody Your love.


Marcella - whose faith never dwindled but burned brightly in the world. Your light burns in us. May we never let it go out. Rest in peace, in joy, in God.

1 comment:

  1. Faith can indeed move mountains, perhaps within our very selves in ways that we do not comprehend or understand as our lives transform and our essence breathes where we called.

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