Holding Reality and Possibility Together

I invite you now into a time of gratitude, reflection, renewal and hope.

What an unearned blessing to delight in the calming peace of this space;
to hear the robin’s song again at daybreak;
to feel the warmth in this room,
and to enjoy the promise of summer almost upon us.
Each moment of wakefulness has so many gifts that offer energy and delight.

Yet, too often they seem unavailable
as the weight of our troubles press down on us.
The threats to our well being, real or exaggerated,
feel like mosquitoes in the night looking for a place to land.
Minds become captive to rising flood waters: forceful, murky, threatening and ominous.

Even in moments of great danger, the direction of attention is a choice.
Fear can dominate the mind, binding it like a straitjacket.
Or love can unbind it and open it to resource and opportunity.
The soil of the mind can be watered with kindness.
The thorns can be removed one by one to appreciate the buds ready to flower.

Great possibilities await us even if all we can see is the cliff before us.
The grandeur of life, of which we are a part,
scatters rainbows in every direction, even as the deluge approaches.
Holding reality and possibility together is the holy, hope-filled work of humanity

If…we choose it, again and again, in love.

About the Author

Sunday November 15, 2015

This Sunday we will be graced with the presence of the Rev. Donald Rollins. He has served many Unitarian Universalist churches and is currently residing in Ohio. Rev. Rollins plays both the guitar and the harmonica. The sermon this week is a one-man presentation called “Thanksgiving on East Point”. It’s a story I adapted from a colleague that traces one man’s journey to gratitude.

I hope you will join us on this journey.

After the service on Sunday we will be having a potluck dinner at the home of Robert and Lisa. There will be a vegetarian soup made which will be a delicious main course. Please bring a desert, salad, or other side dish to share. If you cannot bring a dish, don’t worry there will be enough to spare.





Gratitude  by Max Kapp

Often I have felt that I must praise my world
For what my eyes and ears have seen these many years,
And what my heart has loved.
And often I have tried to start my lines:
“Dear earth,” I say,
And then I pause
To look once more.
Soon I am bemused
And far away in wonder.
So I never get beyond “Dear Earth.”

Source: Kathleen Montgomery, ed. Day of Promise: Collected Meditations, Vol. 1 (Skinner House Books, 2001).