Sunday, August 20, 2017

Moon Shadow A poem inspired the "the" eclipse

Moon Shadow
(a poem inspired by “the” eclipse)

So the small light is to
cover the large
Is it nature’s parable
longing to eclipse
the growing darkness
in our midst?

We scream across our
many divides
words of mistrust and fear
that we so believe
because of the right
of our causes

Would it be that from
the rim’s light
of a day that is night
Might come some
new dawning of 
a day when love’s burning
would reveal a new

So much we want to be right
that true listening
seems dimmed by
our blocked yet itching ears
So show us a way
O small light that covers-
In some mystical moment
of sun’s shadow
cast a vision
of new beginnings
for a people who
so often seem
in the dark

Then ancient words might
finally ring true-
“The people who walked in darkness
have seen a great light…on
them has light shined.”

O great God, eclipse us
with wisdom from
on high
For you created the great
and small light

Jody Seymour

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Repeal and Replace

Repeal and Replace

            So we have heard the “repeal and replace” mantra for some time now.  After observing the turn of opinion in our land of late I think something much deeper is needed than a new health care system. What is needed is found in some very old advice given by a crusty old prophet: Ezekiel 36:26
26 A new heart I will give you, and a new spirit I will put within you; and I will remove from your body the heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.
            Jane Goodall, who has observed the great apes for years was once asked if she thought apes had souls since 98% of their DNA matched that of humans.  Her response was worth noting; “O yes after observing their behavior they definitely have souls but after viewing human behavior I sometimes wonder if we do.”
            As a people we are acting like we are terribly afraid; afraid someone else is going to get what we deserve, afraid that those not like us are going to take over,  afraid that terror though it is what it is will rule, afraid….
            Fear it seems turns hearts to stone. It narrows thinking and constricts the flow of the spiritual part of us.  It turns hearts to stone and limits vision.
            I have been told that the recent election was in part because Christian evangelicals were willing to “put aside their faith” in order to elect someone who would give them many of the desires that they have been wanting for years and not getting.  What kind of faith was it that they put aside?
            Was it the faith of a man who said, “take the board out of your own eye before you talk of the speck in your brother or sisters eye…take care of the least of these…be willing to be last in order to be first…pray for those who are not like you, even your enemies…love enough to let go.”
            We need a repeal and replace program for the heart.  We need the one who first started our hearts beating in a moment of infinite mystery to give us a new heart and a new spirit.  We need spiritual surgery to remove our hearts of stone. 
            Repeal and replace, for sure.  So be it.

Thursday, May 11, 2017

A Poem of Reflection for Mother's Day

Through the Pain
(a poem of reflection on Mother’s Day)

It began with pain, that
beginning you gave
From you came that first
breath granting
new life to a
wonder filled bundle
of flesh

Tiny fingers soon reached
your way, seeking
Not knowing the pain
that sill surrounded
the moment of your
granting of life
to a child

Ahead would be days of teaching
and days of forgetting
For those of us who received
your gift
of creation
had life to live
and plans to make
and so we did

But on this day we pause
to remember your gift
You were our source made
from love and hope
and yes from pain
So thank you
as we whisper
the word,

Jody Seymour
for Mother’s Day 2017

Sunday, April 16, 2017

An Easter Poem

Remember what is what like to catch lighting bugs when you were a child?  You found a mason jar and punched holes in the lid and then captured the "light" and then you could go out at night and watch the light in your jar go on and off.  Here is an Easter poem inspired by the memory.

No Light in a Bottle
A poem for Easter

Caught were they by
my childhood glee
The lightning bugs of
Spring were mine
for the taking

So one dark day long
ago another capture happened
Death bottled up the
light and sealed
the jar tight

Darkness held the light
and laughter prevailed
But the maker of
the light
would not have it so

For what was in the
jar was not
the tiny lights of
creation at play
in the evening

No, this was the lighting
of God’s love
And there would be
no bottling up of
of this light

This would be no light
in a bottle
So a clap of thunder
sounded and seals
were broken
and the light
of the world
was released

Resurrection is

Jody Seymour/Easter 2017