On the eve of 2018, we gather in worship to explore together the stories of Simeon and Anna, and Jesus' presentation at the Temple.
Use these artful expressions to prepare and visualize the scenes:
And finally, since I could not find a single song that was dedicated to Anna alone, I offer this poem, a canticle of sorts, by Mary Lou Sleevi:
The prescribed pair of turtle doves,averse to captivity,
refrain for the moment
from their soft, plaintive moans.
From their perch
they lurch forward
to take in The Occasion.
Exuberantly,
Anna recognizes a child
at his Presentation in the temple.
She talks of him in no uncertain terms!
Her particular words are shrouded,
but Delight registers profoundly
under the veil of widow-black.
A lifetime of focus
is all in her eyes.
Thanks be to God!
The old woman is truly Beautiful
and beautifully True.
Her passage of scripture
the follows the heralded Word of Simeon,
reads:
"There was also a certain prohetess,
Anna by name,
daughter of Phanuel of the tribe of Asher.
She had seen many days,
having lived seven years with her husband...
and then as a widow until she was eighty-fourt.
She was constantly in the temple,
worshipping day and night
in fasting and prayer.
"Coming on scene at this moment,
she gave thanks to God
and talked about the child
to all who looked forward
to the deliverance of Jerusalem."
Anna comes to Her Moment laughing,
her face the free expression
of all that's inside.
Her life of late
seems to have staged
an ongoing soliloquy.
That heavenly smile authenticates Anna.
She is the Recognized Prophet
who came and confirmed
the word of a brother who said,
"'My eyes have witnessed your saving deed
displayed for all the peoples to see...'"
As prophets do,
Anna ensured that the message
would get beyond temple precincts.
She probably heard Simeon speak,
and may have embellished
his Inspiration
by extending her hugs to the Chosen parents.
Very tenderly.
Anna had seen it all.
Grown-ups talk anxiously
about fulfilling the dreams of children.
Anna's Jesus-Moment
is an elder's consummate Belief
in a dream come true.
She speaks truth beautifully,
naturally.
The gift of prophecy is backed
by her life/prayer of eighty-four years.
Stretch marks
from solitude and solicitude and solidarity
show in The Wrinkling,
giving her face its certain Lift.
Anna of the free Spirit
is no solemn ascetic.
She talks
to
the baby,
as well as about him,
She shoulders him closely,
absorbing his softness,
his heartbeat,
his breathing-
experiencing a Benediction of Years
between them.
This is Manifestation embodied.
Solace.
The prophet knows
she has looked at him
Years later,
words of Jesus would Beatify her vision:
"Blest are the single-hearted
for they shall see God."
Those eyes have twinkled
as she wrinkled.
"Constantly in the temple,"
the temple of her heart,
she became familiar
with every inch of her living space
-including its limitations-
and the Beneficence of Sister Wisdom
dwelling therein.
Anna liked the view from her window.
And a comfortable chair.
In "worshipping day and night,"
she had spent her Vitality
on an extravagance of prayer,
and discovered she was strong.
Life with Wisdom was a trilogy
of faith, hope, and love.
In Anna's everyday Essence,
love of God and faith in a people-
and
faith in God and love of a people-
were instatiable and inseperable.
And her fasting produced
a Gluttony of hope.
The disciplined disciple,
never withdrawn,
stayed in touch with the world
and kept finding God.
Once
upon his time,
she welcomed The Promised One.
"She talked about the child..."
And talk Anna did.
She is more than prophet:
she is a grandmother!
Because it is the Christ-child she hugs,
Anna, as prophet,
is particularly aware
of the vulnerability of less-awaited children
and parents,
who also have dreams.
Anna.
Dimming eyes,
still forward-looking,
crinkle with joy.
Anna is Anticipation.
She is an Image
of constancy and change...
the progression of peace and purpose
at any stage of life.
Hers is the Holy City.
Solitude
as Anna lived it
lessens fear of the death-moment.
With God, one never stops saying
"Hello!"
May the embers and afterglow of Christmas remain in our hearts and keep us awake to look for the Christ child still.
Peace and grace,
Reverend Gail
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