This time of year is also wonderful for a different reason now. Yesterday I made my first monastic profession--promising stability, obedience, and fidelity to the monastic way of life with the Erie Benedictine community.
I certainly do not have adequate words to describe the day yet, as the experience has only just begun to soak into my Spirit.
I do know that I am grateful that family and friends arrived safely on their journeys to be here with community for the celebration. I do know that I am grateful for the warm cup of coffee I drank in the afternoon. I do know that I am grateful for the quiet moments of reading Mary Oliver poetry right before the ceremony. I knew I had to read At the River Clarion, my Mary favorite poem, before the evening began. I am going to let a few lines from the poem do the talking until I am ready.
I don’t know who God is exactly.
But I’ll tell you this.
If God exists he isn’t just churches and mathematics.
He’s every one of us, potentially.
The leaf of grass, the genius, the politician,
the poet.
And if this is true, isn’t it something very important?
Yes, it could be that I am a tiny piece of God, and
And if this is true, isn’t it something very important?
Yes, it could be that I am a tiny piece of God, and
each of you too, or at least
of his intention and his hope.
Which is a delight beyond measure.
Let us walk in the holy presence.
of his intention and his hope.
Which is a delight beyond measure.
Let us walk in the holy presence.
Friday's Sunset at Presque Isle
