In the Beginning

In the beginning was the Word and the Word was God
and in the beginning, it was wild and free, unencumbered.
The Word flourished
dancing with the moon, the stars and the sun
cradling the light, like a newborn
flowing and flowering into endless forms and possibilities.
The more diversity it encountered
the more free it became.

Until one day an idea formed in the hearts of men,
to build walls around the Word.
Establish rules, dogmas and edicts
to seek to control the Word.
Who has the right to receive this Word,
how it should be lived and known.
Soon the essence of the Word was forgotten,
for the very Life that illuminated the Word,
made it sparkle and dance, withered
smothered behind the walls built to contain its power.

You might think the Word is dead.

Look again.

The Word lives and breathes inside you.
Place your hand on your heart,
feel its warmth
and beating aliveness,
desire to connect, love and be known.
Speak it.
Live it.
Set it free.

Rev. Patrice Ficken
Mercy by the Sea, July 12, 2018

Dedicated to John Philip Newell
and the New England School of Celtic Consciousness, Year Two