Blessed be you, harsh matter, barren soil, stubborn rock: you who yield only to violence, you who force us to work if we would eat. Blessed be you, perilous matter, violent sea, untameable passion: you who unless we fetter you will devour us. Blessed be you, mighty matter, irresistible march of evolution, reality ever new-born; you who, by constantly shattering our mental categories, force us to go ever further and further in our pursuit of the truth. Blessed be you, universal matter, unmeasurable time, boundless ether, triple abyss of stars and atoms and generations: you who by overflowing and dissolving our narrow standards of measurement reveal to us the dimensions of God . . .
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Lectio Divina - Forty-one
Blessed be you, harsh matter, barren soil, stubborn rock: you who yield only to violence, you who force us to work if we would eat. Blessed be you, perilous matter, violent sea, untameable passion: you who unless we fetter you will devour us. Blessed be you, mighty matter, irresistible march of evolution, reality ever new-born; you who, by constantly shattering our mental categories, force us to go ever further and further in our pursuit of the truth. Blessed be you, universal matter, unmeasurable time, boundless ether, triple abyss of stars and atoms and generations: you who by overflowing and dissolving our narrow standards of measurement reveal to us the dimensions of God . . .
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This week I am up in the country, surrounded by birds building nests and raising their young. It is very common for us to wake up in the morning to discover that the nest and babies so painstakingly cared for have disappeared in the night, devoured by a predator. As I walked our little dachshunds in the woods yesterday, one of them discovered a baby grouse and ate it in one gulp. I find myself face to face with the harsher side of nature. We revel in images of God’s creation and its beauty, but are sometimes confused by its brutal, destructive side. This prayer from Teilhard de Chardin, reminiscent of God’s speeches from the whirlwind in the Book of Job, blesses all of creation, inviting us to accept all that is, to lean into the challenges the world offers us rather than resisting them.
Blessed be it all, blessed be us all, blessed be.
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