Posted by: Jivani Lisa | April 1, 2013

Sisters

I used to be unable to look at nuns without feeling either sad or envious.  My heart longed to give myself to the Lord as a nun, but no matter what I did, that desire continued to remain unfulfilled.

On Good Friday, I tuned into EWTN (on the laptop!) and saw Pope Francis – with thousands of people – at the Colosseum in Rome praying the traditional Catholic devotion known as the Way of the Cross (or Stations of the Cross).  There were many groups of nuns participating in the devotion.  I was surprised that I was able to look at them, dressed as beautiful brides of Christ, without feeling sad or envious.  Last night as I was about to fall asleep, the following poem came to me:

Sisters

So-and-so
is beautiful,
holy and blessed.
So am I.

She doesn’t have the skills
to live the life I live.
I couldn’t live her life.

She serves God with her life.
And yes —
I serve God with mine.

Sisters, we are.

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Posted by: John | March 26, 2013

Proverbs and Poses

My little vagabond yogini
flitting from gym to gym in
her cute little blue car
dispensing proverbs and poses
from her backpack like a butterfly.
Fly on, my love.

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | March 25, 2013

Keep Walking

The path unfolds as we walk on it.

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | March 17, 2013

Pope Francis!

I was on retreat at Richmond Hill – without access to internet, TV or cell phone – when the white smoke arose from the Sistine Chapel announcing the election of a new Pope.  On our way to the dining hall, someone mentioned that a new Pope had been chosen.  Someone else said the new Holy Father was a Jesuit from Argentina.  Mainly, I was just stunned that the election process was completed so quickly.

When I got home, John asked me over dinner if I’d heard about the new Pope.  I said yes.  He said:  “You’ll never guess what name he chose.”  When I heard his name was Francis, I dropped my fork.  I’ve been giddy ever since hearing this!

My devotion to St. Francis of Assisi goes back many years.   I spent several years discerning a call to the Secular Franciscan Order – and eventually chose to join a private association of the faithful known as The Brothers and Sisters of Penance of St. Francis (BSP).  My feeling is that a Pope named Francis is a very great blessing for the world.  Certainly, no one knows what the future holds, and there will be various problems and issues to resolve, but this just feels like a time of hope.

Most people, when thinking of St. Francis of Assisi, picture him blessings animals (especially birds) and all of creation.  There’s a less commonly known story about him:

After his failed attempts as a knight, while praying in the dilapidated little chapel of San Damiano just outside of Assisi, he heard a voice say:  “Go and repair my church, which as you see, is falling into ruin.”  At first, Francis took this command literally and began repairing the chapel with his own hands.  This led to the gathering of disciples who eventually became the mendicant Franciscan Order (approved by Pope Innocent III in 1209) – which initiated a time of great renewal in the Church.

Most people also associate Francis with the “Prayer of St. Francis” that begins with:  “Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.”  While this prayer is most definitely written in the Franciscan spirit, most scholars believe it was written several centuries later.

I would like to share here a most beautiful prayer that was in fact written by St. Francis near the end of his life (he died in 1226).  I can imagine Pope Francis praying this:

Canticle of the Creatures (or Canticle of the Sun)

Most high, all-powerful, all good Lord!
All praise is Yours, all glory, all honor, and all blessing.

To You, alone, Most High, do they belong.
No mortal lips are worthy to pronounce Your name.

Be praised, my Lord, through all Your creatures,
especially through my lord Brother Sun,
who brings the day; and You give light through him.
And he is beautiful and radiant in all his splendor!
Of You, Most High, he bears the likeness.

Be praised, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars;
in the heavens You have made them bright, precious and beautiful.

Be praised, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air,
and clouds and storms, and all the weather,
through which You give your creatures sustenance.

Be praised, My Lord, through Sister Water;
she is very useful, and humble, and precious, and pure.

Be praised, my Lord, through Brother Fire,
through whom You brighten the night.
He is beautiful and cheerful, and powerful and strong.

Be praised, my Lord, through our sister Mother Earth,
who feeds us and governs us,
and produces various fruits with colored flowers and herbs.

Be praised, my Lord, through those who forgive for love of You;
through those who endure sickness and trial.

Happy those who endure in peace,
for by You, Most High, they will be crowned.

Be praised, my Lord, through our Sister Bodily Death,
from whose embrace no living person can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
Happy those she finds doing Your most holy will.
The second death can do no harm to them.

Praise and bless my Lord, and give him thanks,
and serve him with great humility.

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | March 7, 2013

Giving Up Desires

Often, I feel pretty calm and peaceful – but then I find myself blowing up over some silly thing like getting stuck in traffic.  I’ve been pondering my lack of patience lately.

Impatience means some part of us thinks we’re entitled to certain things. In my case, I often feel entitled to:
* respect
* consideration
* assistance
* food and sleep/rest

When I don’t get those things, I lose my cool. I need to give up my expectations. I need to let go of my plans and desires for each moment to be other than it is.

How about you?

 

Posted by: John | March 4, 2013

An Elf

Let me dissolve into myself.
Then they can put me on the shelf —
an anonymous elf.

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | March 2, 2013

Inner Space

John came up with this:

Cyberspace broke my pace.
I’ve lost the race to my inner space.

This reminds me of how negative the internet can become in our lives.  Years ago, I gave up watching the news and reading newspapers because I saw how depressed I felt afterwards.  Internet news is no better.  Actually, it’s the comments to articles (whether news or opinion or whatever) that drive me crazy.  I’ll read a perfectly sane, articulate, well-balanced article on some hot-button subject such as the economy, politics or religion and then scroll down the page to read some of the reader comments.  People argue, blame and nit-pic without end.  Some comments are downright vicious.  I’m left feeling sad for the human race, afraid of the effects of narrow-mindedness.  Will we ever learn how to agree to disagree?  Can we listen to other people’s ideas and opinions without having to argue?  Will we ever learn the meaning of respect – and how to show respect to others?

John and I don’t own a TV so we don’t have to struggle (with ourselves) to turn it off.  However, the computer often needs to be turned off to maintain our sense of peace.

May we remember how good it feels to read a book.  Better yet, may we seek inner expansion and rest through Scripture reading, prayer and meditation.

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | February 10, 2013

I’m re-blogging this because I couldn’t agree more. I’ve felt this way for a long time – and this author uses just the right words to make the case.

Posted by: John | February 4, 2013

Floating

The restless winds of late have brought some plastic bags out of hiding.  I noticed a couple of them floating above the road in the opaque light of dusk as I drove by a cemetery.  They reminded me of souls on their way to heaven.

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | January 28, 2013

Locked Away

This poem of mine has been published in the Winter 2013 edition of WestWard Quarterly.  It will not be available online until 2014 – so with the editor’s approval, I’m posting it here:

Locked Away

Stone-paved cloister
Sackcloth-draped forms
Women in love

Light, slow footsteps
Long, lit tapers
Jesus, our Spouse

All hidden, save
Pure hands, faces
Hearts keep vigil

Moonlight filters
Through white curtains
Breathless, I stare

Crisp autumn air
Hovers above
Woolen blankets

I can’t quite remember
But I know
This was centuries ago

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