Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Lent: some thoughts

The season of Lent is often viewed in its transient aspect. It is a preparation for Easter, a journey, something with a beginning and an end. This is reasonable enough, from a Christian perspective all of time is seen in the context of the pilgrimage into eternity. And yet, and yet, the present moment is all we have. To view Lent only in its context is to miss out on what it is as itself. The time we have, the time we are living now, this minute. In his Rule St Benedict writes "the life of a monk ought to have about it at all times the character of a Lenten observance." That might mean simply that prayer, self restraint and almsgiving, the traditional Lenten disciplines, should form part of the everyday Christian life, but I think it points to something deeper about this holy season.

The image most commonly associated with Lent is that of the desert. The season looks for inspiration towards the experiences of Jesus in the wilderness for 40 days after His baptism and that of the children of Israel wandering for 40 years fed only by manna from heaven. These were not random episodes characterised only by the absence of settled civilisation and its amenities. It was not an aloneness in the desert, it was a walking (or a sitting still) with God apart from virtually anything else that was not God. If the greatest commandment and the first is "Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with thy whole heart and thy whole soul and thy whole mind" (Matt 22:37) then these times were periods when there was, or should have been, little in the way of distraction from essaying the attempt to fulfil just that commandment. For us today Lent is a time when we seek so far as we may to recreate for ourselves just such a privileged time together with Him and detached from the settled, secular, world.

In the post Vatican II version of Lent, stripped of some of its accretions and fixed rules there is an attempt to rediscover the spirit of the enterprise. It has led us to another discovery too, the need for some fixed rules. The desert has the character of something external to ourselves, an imposed environment which can be endured or escaped but not both together. When we create our own model of Lent devised with more gentleness towards ourselves than a genuine desert contrives to offer then we experience Lent acutely as a mildly uncomfortable waiting period for Easter. When we accept a model with more of austerity than we would ourselves choose then we come closer to Lent as an end in itself, as a stripping away not of accretions but of unnecessary comforts. We become detached both from the world and its rhythms and our routine self and its rhythms.

There is a contrast between the experiences of our Lord and those of the children of Israel. The latter continually tried to re-negotiate the terms on which they experienced the wilderness. It was no enough to have a pillar of cloud by day and of fire by night. Nor to have the sure guidance of Moses. Nor to have the epiphany at Mount Horeb. They wanted both God and the fleshpots of Egypt. They ended with neither, dying in the wilderness without sight of the Promised Land. Jesus accepted that the desert was desert and God was God. He re-negotiated nothing, He accepted that which, unalterably, was. He did not die in the desert, He entered the Promised Land, He is the promised land.

For us today, then, as we enter fully into Lent, there is the opportunity to embrace the example of those who have pioneered the season for us. Both the example of Sacred Scripture and that of Sacred Tradition. The Lent with genuine fasting, genuine abandonment of the merely mundane, genuine embracing of real crosses for the sake of the Kingdom. Easter is not something present within Lent merely as a promise at the end of the journey. It is present in Lent as closeness to God mediated through Calvary. Only when we become empty to we have the potential to be filled.



Monday, 28 January 2013

Brief lives

Cherry blossoming, 

Brief, frail, sun nurtured beauty- 
Lamb rests in shadow

Saturday, 12 January 2013

Heart of Mystery haiku

Dear Son of Mary,
Logos of God. Compassion 
Be in me. My heart.

Sunlight's Jewel

Heart of mystery.
Light's slow dawning, colouring.
Dewdrop, in sun, glows.


Eyes wide, unblinking 
Ears pointed. Fangs. Patient cat.
Breeze ripples spring fields.

Thursday, 3 January 2013

Bouquet of Haiku

Sunlight glints, shimmers,
Dances. Rippling clean waters-
Black swan arches neck.

Searching and being found

I travelled far
To find one who was within.
I returned. Home.

Hard Rain

Hard cold rain drives down
On sodden earth. Muddy brown.
Sudden frost glints white.


Descent from Heaven
From Cross. Into my heart Lark-like 
arising with you

Devon Coast

Sparkling light points dance.
Sun dappled sea. Red rock juts
Outward. Skua preys 

Hodie Christus natus est

Hodie Salvator 
Apparuit. Night fills with light.
Darkness flees. Hearts sing.

Dreich Day

Drab winter greyness 
Vivid green of grass and hedge
Life pulse throbs beneath.

Donkey Blues (in tribute to Pope Benedict's third volume on Jesus of Nazareth)

No crib to gaze on
Donkeys years pass. Exile ends
With Mary's soft call

December Morning

New day struggles through night
To be born. Gloom retreats but
Slowly. Life awakes

After the Winter Solstice

Shadow unfalls. Night
Retreats. Dawn birdsong rises.
Hopeful chorus. 

World Turns

Darkly Poised. Waiting
Spring bud, dew fresh, longs for light-
Shadows fly. Sunrise 

In a Sufi strain

Divine One, when I 
find thou only then, and finally
Really  will I find I 

River Exe, Christmas Morning

Swan-white glimmers in
Pale winter sun. Swift water.
Slender bridge trembles.

Mystic Rose

Mary, perfections'
Clear mirror. Graceful woman.
God bearer. Lightsome.