“In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” (John 1:1)
In the beginning was the Word and the Word was God
and in the beginning, it was wild and free, unencumbered.
The Word flourished
dancing with the moon, the stars and the sun
cradling the light, like a new born
flowing and flowering into endless forms and possibilities.
The more diversity it encountered the more free it became.
Until one day an idea formed in the hearts of men,
to build walls around the Word.
Establish rules, dogmas and edicts
to seek to control the Word.
Who has the right to receive this Word,
how it should be lived and known.
Soon the essence of the Word was forgotten,
for the very Life that illuminated the Word,
made it sparkle and dance, withered
smothered behind the walls built to contain its power.
You might think the Word is dead.
The Word lives and breathes inside you.
Place your hand on your heart,
feel its warmth
and beating aliveness,
desire to connect, love and be known.
Set it free.
Patrice Ficken, Mercy By The Sea, July 12, 2018
Dedicated to John Philip Newell and the New England School of Celtic Consciousness, Year 2