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