Last month, I attended General Assembly, the annual gathering of the UUA (Unitarian Universalist Association), at which there are business meetings, workshops, and social events. Each day, there were breakout sessions called Reflection Groups. We met with 8-10 other attendees to discuss assigned topics and to share our thoughts on our experience at GA.
One of the Reflection topics was the Biblical story of Moses and the burning bush. One member of the group read it aloud and then we reflected on what part of it spoke to us the most. We were asked to consider how we could apply the message of that story to ourselves as UUs. From that discussion, I was inspired to write the following poem. I shared it with my congregation last week as our Chalice Lighting words.
Within each of us is a spark of the Divine,
A burning bush,
Always lit, never consumed,
That speaks the voice
Of our God, of our Goddess, of our Holy.
“You are on Sacred Ground.”
In the presence of this fire,
Whether in ourselves or in another,
We are standing, we are walking, we are traveling
On Sacred Ground.
We are compelled, we are committed,
To take up the torch,
To carry the flame
To light the fire of passion, of life, of holy work,
As we journey towards truth
On Sacred Ground.
In honor of National Poetry Month (and today’s “A Poem in my Pocket” event), I would like to share my most recent poem, written after walking a candlelight labyrinth during our annual Women’s Retreat at Neshoba Church.
Soul Sisters by Chrystal Hogan
Soul sisters, on a journey, we tread our own path.
In… out… circling ’round…
Passing those who lead, watching those who follow.
Beating a rhythm that matches the cadence of our hearts.
Sometimes I move toward her –
Others, I move away.
Sometimes we travel side by side,
One moving forward, the other returning home.
Lost, I put one foot in front of the other until I find my center.
Walking alone, I am not alone.
I follow the path created by another,
Showing the way to sisters I bring to the circle.
Larger than life, hero of mine
Working hard to provide
Family man, father of two
Lawyer by day, farmer too
Quiet, smart, humor so dry
Believing in me, as long as I try
Pushing hard, wants the best
Proud of me, no need to guess
Smiles so big, arms so strong
Cross country trips, filled with song
Love of family a driving force
Slow and steady was his course
Didn’t slow down til dementia set in
Battling Alzheimer’s, the disease will win
His memories fade, mine are stored
Hero of mine, deserves an award!