In the Mystery of all our beginnings
And all our endings,
I am hanging out with You, in the middle.
Here I am less sure of where it all belongs
In the story of me—in the story of all.
Here I am worn down from what has been
And what I think I’m trying to be next.
Hey, John Lennon, I need you to write me some “middle eight,”
Those notes that hold the beginning and the ending of this song together.
But, maybe not.
Just needed your memory to remind me here in the middle,
those notes are more Mystery I already know,
That water is somehow more than water,
Ancient words are more than ancient words,
Bread and wine become a feast of heaven on earth,
And people are more than people.
Yes, we are.
For in One who is our Mother and Father and Maker and Creator and Healer and Teacher and Confidant and Encourager and More and More and More,
People become my siblings and I become theirs.
May I live this day in the wondrous Mystery in the middle.
Diane Strickland, ordained for 33 years, is a Community & Workplace Traumatologist, Compassion Fatigue Specialist–Therapist and Critical Incident Responder. She is retired in The United Church of Canada, serving special emergent needs–like supporting ministers and ministries during a pandemic.
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