3/21/2020 ON A NEW MORNING by Ron StarbuckON A NEW MORNING The sun rose. And afterwards, As before, it set. And repeated this sequence, as a Cycle of life. We did not cherish its light or warmth Often enough. And then it was gone. Too frequently, we were inattentive or Simply held the world at a distance. Away from the affections of our own Hearts, away from one another. Today, time has slowed, and a stillness has Descended upon the earth. As if, things not yet seen, have suddenly been Revealed in an ecstasy of anguish. Something new, beyond agony, has entered our sight And step by step the world transforms itself. On morning walks, even in our self-imposed Separation, we find some reassurance. In a neighbor’s presence, a tentative glance, A simple acknowledgment becomes a benediction. Even the mockingbirds are singing new songs, Ones we never heard before, listen. Hidden in the bright melodies, angels call out Our name. This too, is a blessing. Ron Starbuck
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The Literature & Poetry of Faith ~ The Paschal Mysterythere is something old and new at work within the world temporal and eternal undying, and yet fragile worldly, and everlasting a Word, made flesh a thought given form a form, which is formless, a Spirit unseen and invisible which is known through love intimately sought as a grace freely given a first born child, who is both human and divine a reconciliation made real in heaven and here upon the earth an indwelling a resurrection of the flesh and a healing of the soul Ron Starbuck © 2016 From ~ Alternative Forms of the Great Thanksgiving Eucharistic Prayer B ~ Episcopal Book of Common Prayer "At your command all things came to be: the vast expanse of interstellar space, galaxies, suns, the planets in their courses, and this fragile earth, our island home. By your will they were created and have their being. From the primal elements you brought forth the human race, and blessed us with memory, reason, and skill. You made us the rulers of creation. But we turned against you, and betrayed your trust; and we turned against one another. Have mercy, Lord, for we are sinners in your sight. Again and again, you called us to return. Through prophets and sages you revealed your righteous Law. And in the fullness of time you sent your only Son, born of a woman, to fulfill your Law, to open for us the way of freedom and peace. By his blood, he reconciled us. By his wounds, we are healed." 3/17/2020 Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 ~ PodcastSonnet XVIIIShall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed, And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed: But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Road to Big Bend National Park
Confessions of a Cowboy Christian and Practicing Buddhist
Beyond miles and miles of Sonoran and Chihuahuan desert
Criss-crossing the Southwest and Northern Mexico, Where local folks know how to stand, tall in the saddle, as they say Across a landscape that seems to go nigh on to forever Even beyond the Boundlessness of you, O God, Here imaginations may touch the beauty of all creation And horizons meet the very edge of eternity. Here you may see beyond all boundaries From Terlingua to Tucson, Marfa to Manhattan, Edna to El Paso Across vistas of high desert plains, Mountains, valleys, arroyos, Streams and rivers merging together. Where fingers of saguaro cactus Point upwards in prayer, While honey and velvet mesquite, Whitethorn acacia, Althorn, ocotillo, lechugilla, Agave and creosote bush Bow with grace when touched by the breath of God traveling on windblown currents. O Lord, let such a landscape echo back Through each of us, Expanding our sight, to become a vision That comes to see heaven reflected Through your divine made eyes. May such a vision arise in us all As it did for Christ and the Buddha To echo, again and again As we view heaven Through divine made eyes. Ron Starbuck Copyright 2010 and 2020
Heaven Nirvana Sunyata Groundlessness Openness
"Might be imagined as a process, indeed the process itself by which in which and through which everything has its being." Chapter 1, Nirvana and God the Transcendent Other from Without Buddha I Could not be a Christian by theologian Paul F. Knitter. The world arises around us through our relationships across all of creation, we do not exist alone. In his book, Without Buddha I Could Not Be a Christian, in writing about Thich Nhat Hanh and his thoughts on inter-being, Paul F. Knitter tells us that understanding God through relationships is critical and that the source and power of our relationships is driven by the presence of the Holy Spirit. The importance of this concept is summarized by this: "behind and within all the different images and symbols, Christians use for God: Creator, Father (Abba), Redeemer, Word, Spirit, the most fundamental, the deepest truth Christians can speak of God is that God is the source and power of relationships." Another way to view this, as Paul Knitter explained to me once in a conversation, is that in meditation Buddhism asks us "to let go of all concepts, and to let go and open ourselves radically and utterly to the present moment, and in the trust that this present moment contains all that I need. This is a setting aside of words and imagery and opening oneself to what St. Paul calls God as Spirit, letting that Spirit make itself (or herself or himself) felt within us, grow within us, to lead us." We find this idea beautifully expressed in these two scriptures. The Gospel of John, and in the book of Romans. But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you everything, and remind you of all that I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid. ~ John 14:26-27 Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words. And God, who searches the heart, knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. ~ Romans 8:26-27 There Is Something About Being An Episcopalian Almighty God, to you all hearts are open, all desires known, and from you no secrets are hid: Cleanse the thoughts of our hearts by the inspiration of your Holy Spirit, that we may perfectly love you, and worthily magnify your holy Name; through Christ our Lord. Amen. ~ The Episcopal Church Book of Common Prayer |
Publisher's BlogRON STARBUCK is the Publisher/CEO/Executive Editor of Saint Julian Press, Inc., in Houston, Texas; a poet and writer, an Episcopalian, and author of There Is Something About Being An Episcopalian, When Angels Are Born, Wheels Turning Inward, and most recently A Pilgrimage of Churches, four rich collections of poetry, following a poet’s mythic and spiritual journey that crosses easily onto the paths of many contemplative traditions. Archives
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