Rev. Diane Rollert
May 1, 2022
"The bud
stands for all things
even those things that don't flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to re-teach a thing its loveliness
to put a hand on the brow
of the flower,
to retell it in word and in touch,
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing..."
...So flow the words from a poem by Galaway Kinnell.
These words are from me:
From the quiet of the womb,
the gentle flowing of breath
and heartbeat,
we are born into sounds
that are no longer muffled.
We are born into the blazing light
of our lives about to unfold.
Everything we need
to become ourselves,
the seeds that grow,
the buds that will someday blossom,
are waiting for us to find our way out
into the world.
The journey of our lives
becomes shaped by those who receive us,
by the very context of their lives.
But no matter what happens,
no matter how perilous the voyage,
what we need to heal ourselves,
to heal our own souls,
to heal our own hearts,
remains from that very first breath,
our own breath,
our way home to safety.
Our bodies remember
those very first moments of life,
even if our minds were unable
to form memories.
May we each find
that essence,
that spark
of who we were meant to be,
in that first breath,
before the travels began,
and the patterns became ingrained.
Together in silence
may we share the strength
of that first breathing in
of the infinite possibility,
there at the beginning of all our lives.