Rings

Once again I am compelled to share a blog post from Pastor Steve Garnaas-Holmes's Unfolding Light. When I read it this morning, it spoke to me as it's the eve of my husband's 65th birthday. We recently traveled to Toronto to rendezvous with members of Mo's family visiting from Iran. What a gift to share time with loved ones who live so far away, but with whom we share so many memories, joys and even tragedies. 

Pastor Steve's post is entitled "66 Rings," so he apparently has a year up on Mo. Happy birthday to him and happy birthday honey!

Andrea Heshmati

Time does not pass; the present
holds steady, and we pass through it.
We do not spend our days; we accrue them.
Our lives are not linear, like a string,
but cumulative, like rings of a tree.

All the memories,
the choices and the unchosen,
feasts and wounds, dry years and wet,
are the rings that make up the tree.

The little boy alone on the hillside is still in there,
the man weeping on the floor, the man bowing,
the eve of one day and the day after,
all I have received and given,

all of it is God growing in me,
none of it would I cut away,
each gift and loss, each success and failure
another ring

as today I give thanks and count one more
that firms me and forms me as I stand
in this moment
and hold new leaves up to the sun.

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

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1 comment (Add your own)

1. Lois wrote:
Happy Birthday Mo!

Fri, June 14, 2019 @ 2:15 PM

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