Outside the sanctuary, the first snow flakes of the year were slopping.
Inside the sanctuary, there were hundreds gathered. We were there, pilgrims that we are, to listen to the heart of poet David Whyte.
Whyte wove a web of invitation to each of us to examine the temporary names we live under and add to them a name which honestly speaks the soul longing that thrums within each: Pilgrim.
As pilgrims, we know our call to “set out beyond ourselves” as we learn to ask more and more beautiful questions about this journey that is our life.
In reflecting on the grand mystery that is life, Whyte quoted his dear Anam Cara, John O’Donohue, who said that “The great miracle of life is that there is something rather than nothing and that you are a part of that something.”
In the sanctuary of Hennepin Avenue United Methodist Church we who gathered were keenly aware of our being part of the great “something”. As Whyte read his poems (the latest collection is entitled “Pilgrim” and is soul companion song), he left at the end of each reading a deep silence.
In that silence sang the longings, losses, and hope-beat of each heart present. We were woven by reverence for the sacred scripture that is life lived courageously, openly and cracked-open painfully.
In the silence was the “something” sung through the ages.
It sings yet.