I am so thankful to Be Alive

[From Guerillas of Grace, by Ted Loder]

Persistent Friend, Insistent Enemy,
from whom no secret is hid (and none need to be),
out of the thoughts and feelings which whirl within,
I grope for language to carry to you my secrets
and all the wonders that seize my heart.
Praise be to you
for holding me in the womb of mystery
through all the eons of creation until now
and raising me to life
in this time and place.

I am so thankful to be alive—
breathing, moving, sensing,
wide-eyed, cock-eared alive—
in this mysterious instant,
at this luminous time,
on this nurturing earth,
this blue pearl of great price
whirling through uncharted space,
attended by vigilant stars;
during these days of chance and battle,
with streaks of hope and holiness on the horizon,
touched by nature’s pleading beauty
and friendship’s steady hold.

I am so thankful to be alive—
eyes in love with seeing,
ears in love with hearing,
heart in love with attending,
mind in love with connecting;
eager to miss no message of grace
in the ballet of beauty
or in the cramp of struggle
of this incredible gift of life;
attentive to all the clues of love,
daringly and outlandishly
scattered for me through Jesus’s life,
overturning habit and hate;
attentive to the dreams he renews,
the wounds he heals,
the promises he nails up
for me to step out on.

I am so thankful to be alive,
thankful for those times
when the rhythms of my life
catch the cadences of your kingdom,
when there is a lightening in me
for a moment,
when the creep of courage
allows me to dare to serve the gifts
you have put in me;
thankful for the neighbors you have put besides me,
and the possibilities you have put before me;
thankful for the surge of determination to accept difficulty
not as an excuse for passivity,
but as a goad to creativity,
as the door to abundant life,
and the seed of a peace the world cannot take away,
as it takes away so much else.

I am so thankful to be alive,
O Persistent Friend, Insistent Enemy;
hold me always in the womb of mystery

and raise me again and again, forever,
to life,
and to love,
and to the claims of your kingdom.

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Comments

  1. says

    i miss being in an environment that begets learning…not that i’m ready to be back in school right now, but there is something about being at college, or in your case seminary, and being surrounded by learning. finding words you may otherwise not have found. journeying where you may not have journeyed.

    gregg
    p.s. i looked your post up from last thanksgiving and found this…”I‚Äôm thankful for all of the new friendships and people I‚Äôve gotten to know through this blog. I know there are many, but here are just some off the tope of my head: Jen, Will, Cory, Shane & Tara, Mark, Lucas, Gregg, Gareth, Jonny, April & Nuc, Lilly & Rob, and many others from the Emergent Convention.” nothing like a little thanksgiving guilt, but i also noticed i’m gone from the blogroll. does this mean i’m not invited to the wedding? haha…

    just havin fun with ya…saule good

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