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Dear George,
Please enjoy the following 2014 poem by Joal Donavan, wife of the first rector of St. Paul's, Jon Donavan. Joal now resides in Texas.
"That Which is Sacred"
Holy time.
We wait for Holy Week.
But yesterday was holy,
and today is holy,
and tomorrow will surely be holy too.
Holy men. Holy women.
Saints galore,
prophets in their day,
monks and hermits
my next door neighbor,
the old man across the alley,
our three priests,
and Rosa who washes the dishes.
Holy Ghost, Holy Spirit.
One third of God
One third of you?
One third of me, I wonder?
Maybe only a tiny fraction, but there.
Holy work.
Being present.
Being aware.
Loving, caring, touching,
writing, cooking,
tasting, holding,
being there.
Holy cow.
Holy moose and holy dogs.
Holy lions, bears, and four-legged creatures.
Holy dragonflies and bees.
Holy birds, ah....the birds,
Holy fish, porpoises, and whales.
Holy life.
This now. This present moment.
This forever, world without end.
This "there is not death",
This Easter message
bursting out of the shuttered tomb
straight into us.
Holy Lord.
Wholly alive.
Breathing, touching.
Walking down the road with friends.
Cooking fish on the lake shore.
Holy hope.
YES, a thousand yeses.
An Easter shout for joy.
This holy wondrous love.
Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia.
-Joal Donavan
Blessed Eastertide!
GFW+
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