Time ebbs as a cosmic tide, my soul reaches for an anchor.
Is there a sanctuary somewhere? For all of us?
A place like the childhood neighbourly hoods,
Where we roamed on sunlit lawns, dancing to the sway of sprinklers and sun showers,
Carefree, drinking days of liquid life.
Too soon the rainless clouds of adulthood rolled in.
The bills dried us, wars broke us, funerals reminded us,
And we saw the children despairing the world they inherited.
They hum unable to sing, shake unable to dance,
Violence and corruption absorbed through kicks and screens.
Some found you in the stars,
You found me in dreams,
Others in fields, shipwrecks or summits under dark skies dusted with seemingly cold galaxies.
So many orbits ventured, conflict and pain, and hope regained.
There is a pathway
And on this journey I find rest
In the forest, by the sea, on the land you give the gentle.
In the mountains I mourn, by the river I rage, all with you by my side.
As jagged peaks breathe ice and snow, you thaw the mirage of endless winter
A warmth of words spoken softly to the child within.
You sweeten time with togetherness, presence around the table.
Time ebbs a cosmic tide, my soul reaches an anchor.
– Jonathan McCallum
24th December 2017
I’ve been searching.
Finding an ability of my soul.
Humanity, mine, seems to be rescued through humility.
So walk with me through wild peach sunlit afternoons.
Warmth melts down from your reassuring voice.
You speak the language of us (wo)men. Earthy, wine and bread scented, you talk of a paradise now, here in our midst.
The kindness of a community, a kingdom, streaming out healing the days of sadness, the solar bright glimmer of your smile brings hope.
It’s a quiet vulnerability, that you instill in me. It changes everything. Empowering love.
You capture and wrestle my soul into freedom. First I am grounded, forced by love to the ground, the sandy floor of a child’s perspective. It’s from there I see that I can throw out my arms wide, embrace, dance, forget tomorrow, let go of the bruises of yesterday.
Today I am with you, and that makes all the difference.
There is a power that erodes the hard and impossible rocks of life. A power consistent and unending like a waterfall that can carry us toward the ocean if we let it, if we choose to stay in the midstream of its current. Sometimes when it turns a bend we find a quieter warmer shallower pool, a place to float before the thrill of the deep cool ocean. Then the sunlight dances around us in the place where streams from a thousand rivers meet, greet, unite as a watery one.
Love is this power that allows us to soar into your arms, the arms of a Father, Heavenly yet Earthly–Jesus.
Your action and affection of extravagant love meet our mild and finite affectionate attempts, making possible an entry into an eternal paradise that begins now, today, when we, plunged in the relationship of graceful merciful love, begin the renewing of ourselves and of all things.
Words and Photo (Zumaia, Basque Country) by Jonathan McCallum
Winter afternoon light melting into blushing apricot butter clouds, bright cold moon night pulled up over the sky, the earth’s body warm below, relaxed and wakes with the peach sun’s kiss.
By Jonathan McCallum
*Photo of Zarautz beach in the Basque Country
Beauty I hold
In arms was told
To gather hope, to love to wonder, to unfold
Into bright sun-flamed delight.
I met you,
You who hold
Eternity in the twinkling
And the sun and all delight in your hand.
Held in arms
Unfolding a time
For majesty, found in poverty
For power, found in meekness
For forgiveness, found in the friendship of a peace prince
I found a friend in a reigning King,
In a hero to behold.
By Jonathan McCallum