This blog is mostly sermons of a pastor serving Riverside Community Church, Mattawa/Desert Aire, Washington. An eremite is someone who lives in a wilderness or desert of some kind. I have often lived in remote places. Early Christian eremites lived under the discipline of solitude within the discipline of community. I try to be involved in worshiping, studying, and praying with others; and serving others wherever I find myself. I try to keep up with my correspondence in the electronic desert.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Tokens of Love
Almond Orchard, near North Butte, February 1014
Tokens of Love
My Lord you
have come, and I know that you never will leave.
in its fullness breaks forth on me as I believe.
surrounds me and carries me day after day
never broken; unfailing, though I go astray.
You give me
assurance by emblems in heaven and earth
on my spirit and tune me to freedom and mirth.
things you show me your power, salvation and praise,
your Spirit in witness that none can erase.
grandeur in mountains, your force in the four winds, are shown;
swiftness in lightning and racing of clouds that are blown.
ever-new mercy dawns daily, so much am I blessed,
always rises though seeming to fade in the west.
baptized in rainfall, today shines with light from your throne.
chant unceasing your promise that I am your own.
your presence around and within me I see
wondrous you are, and rejoice for your living in me.
Evans, written January 1975 and revised.
I wrote most of this poem riding the three days and two nights it took to travel by the Greyhound bus from California to Dubuque, Iowa, where I was beginning seminary. The poem took up ways, using all my senses, that the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit had made themselves known to me in the creation, as a (then) twenty-three year old.