Plain in the city

A plain Quaker folk singer with a Juris Doctorate in his back pocket, salt in his blood, and a set of currach oars in the closet, Ulleann Pipes under his arm, guitar on his back, Anglo Irish baggage, wandering through New York City ... in constant amaze. Statement of Faithfulness. As a member of the Quaker Bloggers Ad Hoc Committee I affirm that I will be faithful to the Book of Discipline of my Meeting 15th Street Monthly Meeting of the Religious Society of Friends.

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Call it "Interstice"

Conflict and cross understandings blacken the skies like storm clouds
We struggle to remember the sun light,
and friends see us in anger or see us in pain
and offer seemingly easy and proper advice and council.

supporting our own view of the storm, thickens the clouds until
the only light is the bright flashes of lightning that blast the good things
built in the sunlit days.

And then, we turn our faces to the storm, looking up in faith to the black sky.
The clouds part, just a small bit, the features of the storm remaining, and yet
the light of the perfect sky above shines through with such intensity
that we know that the promise of perfect weather is real
and all can be rebuilt in the glowing light of a day of calm fair weather.

A smile, a word, a hope expressed...

Call it "Interstice" - it is the promise of peace.


At 10:36 AM, Anonymous Brandice (formerly Quaker Monkey) said...

Hey there. :) Got your message and I would love to have you add me to your list of links. I'll be transfering all my Quaker Monkey links over within the week, so you will be mutually linked to. :)


At 9:46 AM, Blogger Larry said...

This is beautiful, Lor. The promise is that the clouds lift.

I love The Voyage of Life by Thomas Cole, a luminist painter, used to have one of the stages on each wall in my office.

The 4th is the best, succeeding the 3rd where the middle aged man manfully stives to steer through the terrible rapids.

In the 4th the old man is going out into the sea (a calm sea) with a visions of angels above waiting for him. Hurrah!

Wait until you're 79!

At 12:58 PM, Blogger Lorcan said...

When I am 79, Larry, You will have to email me with advice on how to get by...


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