Of time and rivers flowing
The seasons make a song
And we who live beside her
Still try to sing along
Of rivers, fish, and men
And the season still a-coming
When she’ll run clear again.
So many homeless sailors,
So many winds that blow
I asked the half blind scholars
Which way the currents flow
So cast your nets below
And the gods of moving waters
Will tell us all they know.
How is it we are given this gift of life?
Having returned from vacation a scant 24 hours ago, I officiated this morning at the funeral of a woman who blessed. She blessed through laughter and quick humor. She blessed through a willingness to “join in” as Seeger sings in the lyrics above.
She lived a singular life; unrepeatable and precious.
And so it is for each who join in.
I don’t know what tomorrow holds. My prayers for my loves and the real clamor of my longings sound relentlessly in my soul.
Sometimes the “I want” is a gong noisy and clanging and that gong has the power to create such cacophony within that the still small assurances of the Holy are near overwhelmed.
And then I remember.
Mine is to cast my nets below; deep into the moving waters of grace that will tell me all I need to know.
Still. Small. Powerful. Deep.
Let us all begin.