Here is another poem that began to reveal itself to me, while I walked along el Camino de Santiago. I must confess, it all started off as a teensy bit of a rant, because I was surprised and dismayed to find so many of the churches and hermitages in the towns and villages I passed through were closed.
Many a time I wanted to step out of the strong sun and sit for a while in a sacred place, to light a candle, say a prayer or just be still. Door after heavy door was shut to me and I thought this a tad odd, considering the Camino is a sacred pilgrimage route. Anyway, instead I turned my thoughts outwards and inwards, away from church buildings towards a simple question “Where do I find God?”
Whichever way you interpret God, it is my hope that this poem will resonate with your heart. Enjoy!
God is out.
I am not to be found inside the churches with locked doors,
Nor behind cathedral iron grilles and shady cloister walls,
Instead you may find me when your heart sincerely seeks,
A sign from the universe adorns nature’s edifice,
For the truth is plain to see with your mind’s eye and your soul,
My signature is found in every design that I make whole.
I am neither radiating from gilded altar screens on high,
Nor from melancholy icons and priestly robes that rustle by,
You will find me among the noble trees standing tall and wise,
Where chestnut, oak and beech converse, reaching for the skies,
And if you listen close enough you might just hear me speak,
In lullaby song of dragonfly wings or gurgle of a creek.
I am not hidden in a chalice or a Holy Grail to some,
Neither am I there in battles knights have fought and won,
Instead I am the soft breeze caressing your pilgrim face,
And in sunshine-sparkle fingers giving you a warm embrace,
For I am the still, small whisper that beckons to your soul,
“Take some time, come walk with me and I will lead you home.”
I am not to be found in fragrant incense burner bright,
Nor in crypt below where secrets held are cloaked in dark of night,
You may find me in every stranger, who is a friend upon the road,
And in echoes of the laughter as you share the pilgrim code,
I am in the breaking of the bread and the pouring of the wine,
For I am without and within your heart as you are within mine.
– by Sarah Justine Packwood
How and where do you find God? (or Goddess, the Universal Mind, Great Spirit, Source…) I am curious! Feel free to drop me a line in the comments below.
For now I am sending you peace, love and light,