I live in Dublin, Ireland. Sometimes. Most times I live in my head, quite unaware of my surroundings – if you know what I mean… If you succeed in tracking Sean Walsh, please let me know, ok? I've been searching for him for years…
They stared at him a long moment,
then one of them said, Where do you live?
He tilted his head, gesturing –
Come and see…
So they left their nets and followed him…
Jesus. The Galilean. The Nazarene.
The one who ate and drank and broke bread
relished every greasy moment
of the communal dish.
Looking back now at years of community life
the emphasis on
the recitation of the Divine Office
was a mistake –
or at least out of proportion…
In Latin at a goodly pace –
a universal language, universally dead –
no time to pause, reflect, really pray.
For some, some of the time,
we knew not what we were saying.
For others – like me – much of the time…
The emphasis on obligation – “get it said…”
As such it was tantamount to lip service.
What should have been primary
was relegated to secondary.
The company of Jesus –
his friendship, fellowship –
cultivated daily by deep, personal prayer
in the privacy of one’s own space –
that is what is – and always will be –
of the utmost importance.
Words?.. A few… maybe… some times.
An awareness of Presence… betimes.
When you look up from the passage
in the New Testament
you are dwelling on to find someone –
Someone – there – present:
Abide with Me…
Then – and only then –
cross to the door… open…
step out and into the Vineyard…