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Piano music of Bach played by Ólaffson: drama, reverence, awe

As Icelandic pianist Víkingur Ólaffson’s hands glide their way over the piano, Bach’s Organ Sonata No. 4 emerges as if out of a dream. The music moves with desire and intent, drawn as if by love, unto completion. We experience great glory in the union of instrument and musician.

Master violinist and Australian Chamber Orchestra Musical Director Richard Tognetti declared last year that “Bach is God to musicians“:

“We’re all disciples of Bach, as cringeworthy as that might sound. You can’t help it. Study any piece of his – and, unlike with anyone else, every piece, every damn piece, is the work of the hands and brains of a genius.”

Richard Tognetti

If Bach is God, Ólafsson here is reverently caring for the creation. The sounds the Icelandic virtuoso draws forth from his piano evoke a calming sense of peace all while telling an evolving drama of the spirit.

The notes tumble as if a stream of water could rise upstream and flow downstream on the direction of the musical master. We feel the intensity and enjoy the revolutions and resolutions entwined in each phrase. This experience is an unfolding and a binding together:

These notes are a discovering
musical phrases tumbling
over the piano like an ever-flowing
stream — sourced from above.
These revolutions are an unfolding
drama with constant movement
and liveliness capturing listeners;
we hang on every resolution.
These sounds are delight for the senses
a reaching toward completion,
a gathering together of the scattered,
a going out and a coming home.
These melodies are a retrieval
the intentions of Bach interpreted for today
like memories gratefully received
like stories heard with reverent awe.
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Days of Pandemic, Weeks of Renewal: a hopeful prayer-poem

A hopeful prayer-poem in the midst of the pandemic:

God of all days
These days of pandemic are weeks of separation
Build new stretches of community across our cities
Draw forth relationships of mutuality and care
Move families and friends to balm each other’s sorrow.
God of all days
These days of pandemic are weeks of darkness
Renew the earth with the pattern of your light
Send new life to peoples, animals, plants,
Give fresh vitality to the soil, the waters, the sky.
God of all days
These days of pandemic are weeks of renewal
Send forth your Spirit upon us
Form steadfast hearts within us
Beating at the sound of your voice.
God of all days
These days of pandemic are weeks of challenge
Be the guiding presence in our communities
Be the animator of our plans
Be the breath of our hopes.
God of all days
These days of pandemic are weeks of invitation
Call us close to your very self
Draw us into supporting each other
Bless us with light and life.
An image made of this poem by CLC Philippines
God of all days
These days of pandemic are weeks of fear
Tend our hopes with affection
Walk with us in our darkness
Speak words of comfort and peace.
God of all days
These days of pandemic are weeks of waiting
Draw us to your Word as consolation
Give us ears to listen deeply
Move songs of grief and love in our hearts.
God of all days
These days of pandemic are weeks of upheaval
Hear our deep desires
Listen to our cries from the pit of frustration
Resound new music on our lips.
God of all days
These days of pandemic are weeks of quiet
Give our streets a sense of calm
Help our health workers in their time of need
Guide our leaders to reflect on their experience.
from United Nations Covid-19 Response on Unsplash
God of all days
These days of pandemic are weeks of mystery
Unfold the grace of tranquility in our minds
Unfurl the banners of your peace before the peoples
Give us the means to glorify your name.
God of all days
These days of pandemic are weeks of insight
Transform our hearts with your presence
Grant grace and peace to our spirits
Send us out as servants, finding joy day by day.

Update: this poem was republished by CLC Philippines on 20 August 2020
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These days are our preparation for a new world

These days are our preparation for a new world:
where solidarity shall flourish
where the land will overflow with honey
and the grass will sing with dew.
When the dawn announces such a day
the people will rejoice quietly
mourn the dead
pick up the pieces of existence
and work together to make real
a lasting city of peace
a radiant edifice for stewardship
of the land and all people.
The needy shall be first
and the music will draw forth dancing.
Every person will be free to delight
in the fruits of the earth
every child will hope
every grandma will give thanks
all the parliaments will announce a jubilee for the people
and all will remember
the ones who went before us,
the hospital workers,
the people who played their part.
We will savour life’s gifts
and never forget the violence of such a contagion
we will prepare for future calamity
and commit to care for the wounded.
We will begin our lives anew
keeping our groaning earth before our eyes
and coming to its aid.
We will bless the life we have been given
and reverence the people among whom we live.
We will reconcile with our rivals
and never forget that
we belong to each other
we are as strong as the weakest among us
we are the ones who will care for the land
and love one another.
We are the people about whom it is written
‘They shall be my people, and I shall be their God.’

I wrote this poem early on in the COVID19 pandemic as we experienced it in Australia: 24 March 2020. I couldn’t write with that urgent and ‘prophetic’ voice today; this second lockdown feels different to the first. That said, we can still reach for hope and encouragement.

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Called into warmth and light

A poem remembering a spiritual experience I had while on an overseas trip in early 2008:

On a tropical afternoon more than a decade ago 
I remember feeling a warmth
rise within my chest, a fire burning. This experience
consumed me with a sense of call. I woke with a new
consciousness of being loved, and began walking with
a profound sense of direction.
But I wanted more of that warmth, 
with its tender, blessed light. I sought its
return, and, sometimes felt the heat 
moving deep in my heart. And following such
persistent efforts, the experience was released— 
the fire had become smoke.
In the years that followed, I found new images for a vocabulary 
of encounter: water tumbling over rocks, mustard
seeds, and fertile soil in which to grow. I was invited to
rolling fields of conversation. In naming my experiences,
I began to behold the embrace of the giver 
who kept sending sought and unsought gifts.
Sitting on my balcony one morning, sun hidden 
behind great Winter clouds, I felt fresh warmth
resting within my lungs. I paused gently in stillness,
breathing in all these memories
breathing out appreciation
rising to now write it all down.

Part of my graced history.

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True north list-poem

Recently I compiled a list-poem of true north dispositions. These are prompts for me to remember the qualities I want to try to embed within my life:

Be kind — you don’t now what a person is facing; 
Be patient — all things pass, new things emerge; 
Be loving — grace follows; 
Be forgiving — it heals relationships; 
Be well-rested — it’s very important; 
Be attentive to experience — how else will you learn?
Be active — your body needs it; 
Be yourself — you’re the only one we’ve got like you.
A list of true-north dispositions: be patient like plants growing
Photo by Francesco Gallarotti on Unsplash
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Organic wisdom: ‘make your ear attentive to wisdom’

“Making your ear attentive to wisdom
and inclining your heart to understanding”

Proverbs 2:2
What you focus on spreads its way across
the terrain of your heart. New fields
grow where your attention rests; great trees
reach for the sky there; and fresh grass 
seedlings rise from the soil you water regularly. 
So it is that wisdom grows in your flower beds 
and insight suspends itself to your vines. 
An opening emerges near your succulents and
bits of understanding take hold by your peace lily.
This much is true—pain fertilises growth. And when 
fresh springs emerge from rock
your mouth opens at the surprise.

Photo mid-poem: my peace lily
Featured image in heading by Khara Woods on Unsplash

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That rich soil beneath our feet: ‘this earth moves on’

All days start similarly:
sun rising in the East
light stretching westward.

Humanly speaking, though, there’s variation:
some days carry cause for thanksgiving;
other days unfurl banners of lament;
one hour can release a crisis;
a single minute can hold space for a beautiful joy.

All the while that rich soil beneath our feet
carries on its work of renewal, providing
the space for roots to spread
the home for microbes to get busy
a fertile haven for worms to squirm together
so that underneath the thanks, lamenting,
crises and joy this earth moves on
in its project of re-creation, enjoying
its work, its art, its music
with that deep satisfaction
of a new lamb feeding from its mother
of a gliding albatross as she soars
of a young child reading for enjoyment.

The earth, satisfied late in the day,
lets the sun go down in the West …
remaining happy, as it were, to do it all again.


Re-reading this poem’s third stanza made me think with gratitude for my sister Anne and her thesis work on soil, microbes, and ethical relationships to such. Anne has recently published an article in Environmental Humanities, “Ethical Acknowledgment of Soil Ecosystem Integrity amid Agricultural Production in Australia” which she describes as ‘focusing on a type of farming called “Pasture Cropping” and how it respects the forms and capabilities of soil.’ See the open access article here https://read.dukeupress.edu/environmental-humanities/article/12/1/267/165259/Ethical-Acknowledgment-of-Soil-Ecosystem-Integrity

Photo by paul mocan on Unsplash
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Keep an eye on the moon

'The night is darkest just before the dawn'
so the proverb goes, but we are only entering
the long night; its early hours are still to come,
and we must stay alert and watchful …
As the darkness deepens let’s keep
an eye on the moon, and remember the satisfying
day still to come when this
trial is behind us.
Photo by Melanie Dretvic on Unsplash
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Strange sacrifices and a stockpile of courage

All of us face
the challenge of this time: 
a retreat into solitude,
an epoch of rebirth.

Unexpected opportunities for community emerge just as we had started to diss the digital. Those connections now feel more important.

Graced by morning coffee and simple phone conversation, the familiar consoles me amidst so many strange sacrifices.

A stockpile of courage, a cupboard full of resilience, and a resolve to stay low as much as possible.

The distance of loved ones weighs on me. Proximity feels such a luxury but video calls make the heart warm.

Cups of tea can be enjoyed gently now we’re not in a rush. The savouring of each sip is a chance to relish life itself.

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Light shines in the darkness: ‘take heart, seek courage’

‘Fear is a bad counsellor’—
take heart, seek courage,
walk boldly.

Night lights dim and crowds empty public places—a great silence envelops the land. Now, more than ever, we are vulnerable together.

Plants grow, unaware of the commotion online, the ALL-CAPS headlines. Life will continue.

These times pose challenges to our sleep, images saturating our minds. The night of our sadness seems to extend into day.

At dawn, reaches of light move across the city, tending our streets with beauty and gifting us all with day.

The reactions of people vary wildly, each one distinctive in their living of fear. Meanwhile, the clouds move overhead.

What you fear most
could very well happen
but hope is still possible.

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