Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Tuesday, Jan. 12, 2015

John 2:1-9

On the third day there was a wedding in Cana of Galilee, and the mother of Jesus was there. Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding. When the wine gave out, the mother of Jesus said to him, ‘They have no wine.’ And Jesus said to her, ‘Woman, what concern is that to you and to me? My hour has not yet come.’ His mother said to the servants, ‘Do whatever he tells you.’ Now standing there were six stone water-jars for the Jewish rites of purification, each holding twenty or thirty gallons. Jesus said to them, ‘Fill the jars with water.’ And they filled them up to the brim. He said to them, ‘Now draw some out, and take it to the chief steward.’ So they took it. When the steward tasted the water that had become wine, and did not know where it came from … .

Today …

Today, wind-blown snow
sweeps streets and drives,
drifting and lifting sleep-deprived
bodies from warm beds too early
to clear the drifts
that the day might happen.

Today, they world as I sit
in candlelight, knowing guilt
that my hands are not so worthily
employed, looking for words
that will warm this worried heart
wondering if voices outside me
are as suspicion as my own
that taunts. ‘You can’t. It’s too much.’

Today, I read of a marriage feast,
hungry to feel the marriage of
heart and heaven, two becoming one,
union of Heart and heart, releasing
tears of joy , chasing off the dread
cold of winter soul.

Today, I thirst for the wine
of holy union that life might
be celebration, as you intend,
not the drudgery of dreary doubt
about having and being enough.

Today, there is enough, not of me
but of you who are the wine that
fills the jars and spills over because
neither earth  nor heart is
big enough to hold you.

Today, snow sweeping and cold,
is the hour when you pour
abundance into a 24-hour vessel
inviting me to drink and know …
know … snow cold days are filled
with the wine of Life and Love.

Today comes that I might drink
until I know again that we
are not two but one; heaven
is not there or then, but here
and now where the wine
of heaven’s love comes
in days warm and cold,
easy and hard, to fill the heart
until it is drunk on the Love
that is always enough.

Today, move my heart
and feet to dance in winter’s
cold drunk on the Love that is,
that just is … Everywhere.

Pr. David L. Miller

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