I’m 35,000 feet in the air, snuggly encased in a narrow seat in a plane that’s taking me at 500 miles per hour from one world to another, from tropical Barbados to wintry Pennsylvania. And even though I face forward, I’m looking back.
I’m divided and in between, breathing the in-between oxygen circulating in this sealed cabin. Even more than my lungs, my heart and mind are in between.
Yesterday I was immersed in the enchantment and wonder of a glorious green world: Hunte’s Garden of Barbados. Created within an enormous sinkhole, the garden overflows with the amazingly varied beauty of tropical plants, trees, shrubs, vines and mosses. I never knew there were so many shapes and shades of green. And the flowers! I slowly strolled stone paths and listened to soft music floating through the air. I sat on a bench and watched a hummingbird flit from flower to flower while the brilliant exuberance of the garden stretched out and far above me. Such beauty is a gift for the senses and a renewal for the soul. I drank it in, and was at peace.
That was yesterday. Tomorrow is Sunday, and I will be at home, joining others of my Quaker Meeting in worship. Our worship is grounded in a quiet, expectant waiting for the Spirit to give a message, a Truth, to draw us close and refill us. Gathering together in worship is much like walking through Hunt’s Garden. Body and soul, I am quieted and refilled.
But my Quaker community is not a kind of set-apart Eden where pain and fear cannot enter. My Quaker “region” was recently among the Quaker groups joining a federal lawsuit to protest immigrants being rounded up within houses of worship. I know immigrants who have worshipped with my Quaker community. The image of such an event happening within my own community and during our worship is horrifying. It is heart-wrenching when I consider that people may be afraid to come to worship.
I’m returning to a challenging world, and there’s a big part of me that would rather be back in Hunte’s Garden. I know Barbados is not Eden either. Even surrounded by its lush green beauty and flowering exuberance, I couldn’t forget its history. The island’s riches of sugar and rum from two centuries ago came from the labor of the enslaved population. It’s a story of great cruelty amid great beauty.
But home for me is in Lancaster, a city called the “refugee capital of the U.S.” As the plane begins to descend, and I look out onto a wintry landscape, I know I’m still in between, caught between the gladness of beauty and the grief of cruelty. And I wonder: How can one bear both the overwhelming beauty of the world and the pain of our human dealings with each other? How can one live fully awake to the beauty — and to the pain? How am I to be, what is mine to do in this world?
I have no answer, but I offer this poem.
There are hands
that will be untouched
unless I touch them.
There is grief
that will be unseen
unless I notice.
There is truth
that will be unspoken
unless I speak.
There are songs
that will be unsung
unless I sing.
There is love
that will not exist
unless I love.
O God, help me to grow
a heart for loving,
a joy for singing,
a courage in speaking,
and eyes that will notice grief
and the untouched hands.
If this writing speaks to you, please pass it on to others.
It is nice to step into a space where there is much room for joy and reflection. Sometimes it is a bit of a healthy escape from the madding world while looking at it from afar.
I agree with the need to have a ‘healthy escape’ from the world to continue steadfast in speaking out the truths and living out of love. We have a good model in that most religious leaders (including Jesus) have stepped aside, “gone into the desert”, sometimes. Thanks for writing, Ted!
Nancy
I am buoyed up to serve by the good company I keep & I rely on the beauty of the natural world to restore my wonder and delight.
Dear Anne, Yes! We need the beauty of the natural world; we need wonder and delight in the midst of brokenness and pain. May we continue to join together and be strengthened.
Nancy
I agree with Ted. Your blog is a place of peace and joy. I always feel refreshed visiting this space and especially enjoyed your beautiful poem. We all need to take those words to heart. Thank you.
Thank you so much, Laurie. I’m glad the poem spoke to you. Joining together with others helps so much in keeping us faithful in speaking and doing out of love. Thanks for writing.
Nancy