Medicine Madness and Miracles
A Hymn of Renewal
What if we woke up today
And the old stories didn’t have their sting?
What if we didn’t resist what there is to do?
And set about our tasks, whether grand or mundane
As if we were serving the world through our tending
and our grieving.
What if we gave ourselves permission to love again,
really love, and choose to move forward
releasing any guilt for how we have hidden ourselves
Let us be honest with ourselves
if things have not turned out as we hoped for.
If our dreams feel dashed or doomed.
Let’s just say it.
Are there ties that need cutting?
Are there others that need re-tieing? Mending?
Let us mourn and lament, this is our right, our practice.
We who walk forward with broken hearts
light the way through the openings in our hearts
hollowed out places that shine with tears, sweat, blood
and glints of shimmering despair.
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
When the time is right to step back into the light
and out of the valley of tears, we will know and step forward.
Even if our tears are not yet dry.
Slowly, surely we move toward hope again.
We are living in a broken hearted world.
Because some of us are hungry.
Some of us are hurting. Some damage is too far done.
Some have unspeakable loss.
Finding freedom comes from telling ourselves the truth
Finding freedom comes from admitting and releasing.
and after a lifetime of pain or pleasure.
Finding freedom comes after grieving.
Finding Freedom begins with a choice to move towards it
and lean into the sharp edges even when we are afraid.
And then step by step, story by story, cell by cell.
Freedom finds it’s way to us. And we to it.
Let us together pray for all beings.
This is our medicine, to know we are not alone.
When you mourn for abuse or loss you suffered or caused
think of all the others in the same place.
When you cry for the loss of a loved one
think of those who cry with you
When your heart is filled with anger
think of those, who angry too – rage with you.
When you are despairing – and don’t want to go on
think of those – who sit with you on the edge of life.
So as I stand here in my own life
Viewing the wreckage and the miracles
The neglect and the harvest
The dreams dashed and the dreams fulfilled
The lack of integrity and the profound commitment
I stand in awe and wonder at the
Side by sideness of all of it.
Joy does sit side by side with sorrow
In eachother’s light and darkness
Medicine and madness and miracles.
Strung between them is the human existence.
Only after all of this,
Am I moved to peace. To acceptance.
To hope. And finally, renewal.