Showing posts with label tenderness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tenderness. Show all posts

Thursday, July 22, 2010

"Tender shepherd, tender shepherd..."

"Tender shepherd,
tender shepherd
watches over all her sheep.
One say your prayers,
and two close your eyes,
and three, safe and happily
fall asleep..."

I've always loved the lullaby "Tender Shepherd" from the 1954 musical version of J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan. It seems a fitting soundtrack for this post. 

My 2010 summer at the Adventure Unlimited Ranches is fast coming to a close, and what I have witnessed of God's love, guidance, protection, and care in the lives of campers, counselors, and staff, is staggering.  I stand in awe of His omnipotence and grace.

There are so many stories that are not mine to tell.  I pray that those whose lives have been transformed and healed will find ways to share what they have experienced...during peak climbs, along the river, through on mountain biking trails, and in cabins...with loved ones.  I will hold, what I have witnessed of their journeys, in my heart, in sacred confidence...forever.

This afternoon I was praying about how to say thank you to one of my "partners" in this adventure...the Christian Science nurse, who is also here to support healing in our camp community.  Being able to work shoulder-to-shoulder, and heart-to-heart, with such devoted spiritual caregivers, is a holy gift each summer.  This poem is a song of love to my friend Laura, and, in truth, to each of the nurses I have had the privilege of partnering with over many summers at camp...I love you...



she arrives
in a cloud of stardust,
a moonbeam,
a whisper of
peace,
peace,
always "peace"

her hands are
deft and
gentle...
strong and pure,
ready,
willing,
skilled,
kind...

but it is her
eyes,
her smile,
the touch of something
deeper than
a surgeon's
probe...
it is
a love
that reaches
to still
the aching of a broken heart,
calms persistent pain,
staunches sudden fear...

do not be
fooled, 
do not be
distracted by
the
bandages and
soft cloth she will use to wipe
away the dust and
tears,
they
are not the substance of
her work,
they
are only symbols of
her heart...
so focused on
"binding up the broken hearted"
and
rejoicing in
the baptism
"submergence in Spirit"

in her heart
a manger
becomes a temple,
and the basin of water
is transformed
into
a sacred
font
where all
are bathed,
washed clean,
in
the river of His
pleasures

She is Christ's
servant...
by His side in the
operation of
Truth's curative
care,
comfort's art,
Spirit's touch of regeneration,
Love's first aid...

her balm is laughter
and
she wraps you
in her unfailing
confidence
that
God is All....in all.

Joy rings
out
clear, precise,
laser-like
and
tears are dried in
the warmth of her
beholding,
by the
gentle
breeze of her
movements

a smoothed brow,
a closed wound,
a touch as
soft as the breath of
summer air,
as firm as the mountain
beneath our feet,

She trusts as a
child,
she sings like a lark,
her words are
soft as a butterfly's kiss....

she waits with cool fingers,
she companions with angels, 
she sits in the
sacred space of Mary
while her
Martha hands
care for all
children...
because
in doing so, she 
honors
the boy
who once
brought a message...
of 
"thy sins are forgiven,
rise and walk"

she is my friend,
we are partners,
I am blessed....



this has been one very special summer...thank you for sharing it with me...

rest well tonight....with Love,

Kate
Kate Robertson, CS

Thursday, January 31, 2008

"Baby mine..."

"Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part, baby of mine..."

-Churchhill/Washington

These lyrics from "Baby Mine" which Mama Jumbo sings to her baby in Disney's Dumbo, leave me speechless (and weeping) everytime I hear them.  In an instant I am transported back to a day that is etched on my heart indelibly. I am sitting in the back of an enormous Land Rover in the middle of the the African bush on photographic safari.  It is late Spring and we are less than fifty yards from a mother elephant and her baby.  Our guide reminds us that rampant poaching has made this picture of African serenity rare.   I am holding my three week old daughter in my arms and the connection between the four of us...mama elephant and her baby, me and my daughter...echoes across the veld and through the dry red African air like a call to prayer.  This song sweeps across my heart and I am as taken apart by it then as I was the first time I heard it in a dark Marshalltown, Iowa movie theatre when I was 8. 

These are not animated Disney characters.  There are no colorful circus tents, talking giraffes, dancing crows, or silly clowns that would soften the blow of watching a mother elephant being taken from her child.  The love is very real here.  I can actually feel the tenderness that flows through the soft curl of her trunk around her baby's chest.  It is as if we share some primordial energy causing my arm to softly curve beneath my daughter's back when I see her trunk tighten around her baby's foreleg.  We are two women and two babies.  We are mothers and daughters, devoted parent and child, trusting infant and Love-impelled mom.  There is no hierarchy of species, there is no sophistry in our communication.  We are moved by something divine...

here is the poem that fell onto the page that night...I found it in an old journal today...

loving you is not a
choice

it is a divine imperative

it is
an insistent demand

a
moment of undeniable
spiritual impulsion
on
the sea of our
deepest inner longings

it is the
coincidence
of the human and the divine

the
"as in heaven…
     so on earth"

the Word
     made flesh

the kingdom of heaven
within

the Emmanuel
    or
"God with us"…in me

it is all that is
good
and pure
and
holy
in
the universe

it is the
holy kiss

the
song
of
Solomon

it is voice of
the turtle
heard in our land

it is
the desire
that is prayer

the sweet agony of
Gethsemane,
Calvary…..
          the morning meal
          on the shores
          of the Gallilean Sea

loving you is not
a choice

loving you
came
in an
empty manger
cold and
lonely
yet
full of
grace

loving you
is not a choice

it is as
choiceless as
the flower turning
toward the light

the leaf
turning its
veins to the rain

the roots
digging deeper for
water

the dew
lifting
to echo
the open
call
of the sun's
demand for morning

it is a force
from within

the sweet pull
of
the moon upon
the water's body
of complacency
making  it
kiss the
shore in
a crescendo
of foam
and fury


loving you is not
a choice
it is
free of
decision…
reason…
pros and cons…
hypothetical "what ifs"

It is…
simply…
what is


i love you "baby mine"...

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