Love God, Love Neighbour
Pentecost 24; Mark 12:28-34
Do I love God
with heart, soul, mind, strength?
Whether I love with all
of all of the above
I have to doubt.
Over the years my heart
has had its passions
and its breakages,
built its walls,
and found safe ways
to value and appreciate,
but how whole-hearted
in God’s eyes?
My soul, that intimate stranger,
has no form or face
I can be sure of –
sometimes me, often mystery.
Mind, brain, psyche
are entangled in soul,
reflected in words and song,
focused in listening.
As I grow old,
memory, skills, emotions,
purpose and energy
all drift in and out
of who I have become.
As for strengths,
I still have some,
honed by age,
but fear my weaknesses,
and looming losses.
Do I love my neighbour,
and love myself with insight
that grounds concern for others?
Yes and no, here and there,
real enough but never enough.
I cannot bear the news of the world,
the daily deluge of random pain
I cannot touch or heal.
Yet I have sat with the dying
and their grieving families
and felt a love and rightness
in our presence together
beyond my own capacity.
I think it’s the same
with my love of God:
gift from beyond,
resonance within –
together it exceeds
all that I know
of all of me.
Barbara Messner 31/10/2024
Healing the Blind
Healing the Blind
Mark 10:46-52
Look round and in for signs of loss of sight
unrecognized by those left in the dark,
maybe because they think they’re always right.
Their inner blindness leaves no outer mark.
They cannot see how racial hatred harms,
or what life might be like for refugees.
Their minds are blank to climate change alarms,
or to the news that homeless sleepers freeze.
Blind beggar by the road had inner sight,
and cried for mercy to the one who hears.
Some told him to be silent in his plight,
but he yelled loudly at their deafened ears.
“My teacher, let me see again,” he cried,
and, sight restored, walked on at Jesus’ side.
Barbara Messner 20/10/2021
Word from a Whirlwind
Word from a Whirlwind
God’s Answer to Job Pentecost 22; Job 38:1-7
Why ask why? My realm’s too wild and wide,
this cosmos too diverse, immense and free
to bend its complex meaning to reward
or punish what a creature strives to be.
Gird up your loins, you mortal! Answer me!
How dare you with your God contend, and plead
your innocence to prove your Maker’s guilt?
Mine is the form and void; mine, steed and weed,
monsters and microbes, star system and lair.
Chaos to cosmos – can you walk that path?
Predator, prey – apportion both their share?
I give and in the time of trial take back.
By Satan’s claim or chance you face the rift.
Confront the whirlwind. Presence is my gift.
Barbara Messner circa 2005
Entering the Kingdom of God
Entering the Kingdom of God
Pentecost 21; Mark 10:17-31
Children, how hard it is
to enter the kingdom of God,
and yet how simple.
Riches get in the way
because getting and spending
obscures the simplicity
of growing and making
and subtracts from moments
of stilled awareness.
Possessing robs giving of mutuality;
where then is shared gratitude
for all that is given?
Achieving gets in the way
because it compares us to others
and competes for more.
It desires acknowledgement
accountability and aspiration
when all that is needed
is our simple uniqueness,
knowing we are loved
for who we are as children of God,
and not for our achievements.
Power gets in the way
for power over others
uses and manipulates,
serving its own agendas.
God’s kingdom belongs
to those who are vulnerable,
setting aside entitlement,
not too proud to serve
respectfully, open heartedly.
Children, how hard it is
to enter the kingdom of God,
and yet how simple.
Simply breathe, be still,
be open and aware:
you are already there.
Barbara Messner 10/10/2024
Sonnet for St. Francis
Sonnet for St. Francis
Though Francis bore the marks of Jesus’ pain,
he walked the roads in simple joy and danced.
He cast aside the robes of merchant gain,
embracing poverty as life enhanced.
A fearsome wolf at his request grew tame –
for animal and town a happy end.
He preached to birds and even dared to claim
that sun and moon were kin, and death a friend.
The Spirit urged him to rebuild the church:
both stones and preaching seemed a burden slight,
with soul and body yoked in eager search,
his life a guiding fire, a beacon bright.
The centuries have not eclipsed the sight
of this man, naked, singing dawn alight.
Barbara Messner 28/09/2021
Some Who Follow Christ
Some Who Follow Christ
Pentecost 19; Mark 9:38-50
I think that some who follow Christ
seem more against than for.
No doubt they think the same of me –
both look for other’s flaw.
They seem to claim that any text
they quote must count as law,
while I maintain inclusive love
defeats the points they score.
It sometimes seems the God they find
is opposite to mine.
Their God whose judgement punishes
makes Jesus pay our fine
in broken body, blood and death –
abuse as Love’s design?
or God with us in life and death
with bread and wine as sign?
The Jesus I know shared himself
at table with us all,
with those who will betray, deny,
when fear obscures their call.
How dare decrees of priests and state
make death on God’s son fall?
He shared the fate of those oppressed
where power treads down the small.
His choice to be self-emptying
was seen in death and birth –
a homeless baby in the straw,
denied his human worth.
He made no claim to privilege,
no bid to rule the Earth.
He died and rose to show God’s love
in pattern of rebirth.
Barbara Messner 25/09/2024
Last of All and Servant of All
Last of All and Servant of All
Pentecost 18, Mark 9:30-37
He taught them that the Son of Man
would be betrayed by human hand.
It seems he might have saved his breath:
they could not bear his talk of death;
they would not ask or understand.
Instead they argued on the way,
competing to be seen as great.
They might have known that he would ask,
and strip away each ego mask
to leave them all in humbled state.
“Such hopes of greatness are a farce!
God’s choice of first will be the last,
content to serve with simple grace,
not battling for some higher place.
The time for posturing has past.”
He called a little child to show
the open face of one not grown
to seek ambition’s fleeting prize,
or study to be worldly wise.
He held the child as if his own.
“A welcome shown to such a one
will also welcome God’s own Son,
the Suffering Servant sent to be
the promise of a world set free,
where greed and power will come undone.”
Barbara Messner 15/09/2021
Get Behind Me, Satan!
Get Behind Me Satan
Pentecost 17; Mark 8:27-38
“Get behind me Satan!”
he said to one he valued
as rock to build a church on:
worth noting just how quickly
key insights get distorted
by our survival instinct
and lustful need for power
to do away with suffering
and concentrate on winning.
“Oh! Get behind me Satan!”
he said to something in him:
a desperate human longing
to say pain must not happen,
to ask that God forbid it.
He fears that he might stumble
upon the block of safety:
be tempted to act godlike
instead of truly godly,
escape the mortal price tag
of death outside the city.
Cry: “Get behind me Satan!”
Alone upon the mountains
and in the midnight garden
he prayed for dispensation:
“Please let this cup pass from me!
Let’s do without communion
with blood and broken body.
Impervious and immortal,
I’ll lead a better empire
without the need for dying.”
“No, get behind me Satan!”
To be secure and powerful
are common human failings,
a self-defeating cycle
with endless streams of victims.
It’s human to be praying:
“Dear God, don’t let this happen
to us or those we treasure.
We can’t succumb to covid,
or mental loss in ageing,
or be displaced and homeless,
and as for facing dying,
we hope we barely notice
between a sleep and waking.”
But get behind me Satan,
for loving and creating
are forged through death and rising,
and God would rather suffer,
and share in being mortal,
than be untouched and distant,
unmoved, beyond our crying.
Take up your cross and follow
from tomb to resurrection.
Accepting loss means finding
what seems to be a failure
can bring God’s kingdom nearer.
Barbara Messner 27 August 2020 (busy week - old poem)
Cast Out Demons of Dishonour
Cast Out Demons of Dishonour
Pentecost 16; James 2:1-10, 14-17; Mark 7:24-37
You shall love your neighbour
as yourself,
yet we project unrecognized shadows
onto others,
or make distinctions that favour the rich,
dishonour the poor.
Historic grievances are ruins that drop
harm like bombs.
Demonizing difference spreads disease
through generations,
absorbed like pollution from the environment
and now from social media.
Even Jesus, vulnerable human, gone to Tyre
to escape notice,
defensively mouthed his culture’s prejudice,
speaking rudely
to the Syrophoenician woman, seeking
healing for daughter’s torment.
Yet Jesus showed the way of self-searching
that faces the shame
of rash judgement, acknowledges true words
heard and respected.
Brave challenge cast out demons of dishonour,
healing healer and child.
Barbara Messner 5/09/2024
My Song of Songs
My Song of Songs
Pentecost 15, Song of Songs 2:8-13
What if
God who loves is also lover
and I and every living thing
and even rocks and suns
are the Beloved
and longing and belonging is our song.
And what if
Eros and “I AM” are one
and I-Thou runs deep in every atom
and relationship is all there is
and the sacred craving to come into relationship
is the stuff of body and soul
of gravity and magnetism
of one dark woman with one shepherd-king
of I myself with (my god!) My God.
And what if
a community struggling for unity
and a mystic embracing emptiness
and a lover desiring consummation
and an ascetic straining for chastity
and a people wrestling with covenant
and a carpenter facing crucifixion
are truly all united in the one metaphor
show forth their meanings in the one parable:
the Kingdom of Heaven is like this:
the knowing that embraces all
the singing of a song of love
the Song of Songs.
Barb, poet priest 