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poem: and now it is in the hǣlan
and so in our aging
suffering the upward fall again
in this cruciform world both broken and whole
holding the tensions deep in our souls
resolving them within
Reconciling, Transforming, Creating the new thing
being present with ‘what is’
seeing how it can bring us closer
to renewed wholeness: Mind, Body, Spirit
once again finding our Self
re-balancing the tensions of
Creation, Life, and Love
mindful of Relationships, Community, Cosmos
responsible for hǣlan one another
with compassionate intent (not duty)
now let the hǣlan begin
all in harmony Self, Neighbor, Creator
walking each other Home again
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 4, 2021
art images: Shamanic Healing Hands Art
by Maria Sabina
Jesus healing Peter’s mother-in-law
Illumination in the Gospel
of the Abbess Hitda of Meschede
Author’s note: hǣlan is Old English for
healing. This poem is inspired upon my
wife experiencing a stroke from which she
is currently recovering nicely but not without its challenges.



( I originally wrote the reflection below several years ago as I underwent a particularly challenging realization with the institutional church of which I was a congregant eventually resulting in my departing the church for what for me is a much more meaningful spiritual life centered in celebrating the gifts of all spiritual traditions and being grounded in the evolution of True Self (discipleship) and belonging together in authentic communities (the kingdom or kin-dom). My relationship with the Divine Cosmic Will (God by whatever name) has never been stronger.)
My increasing awareness, especially now in my life, is that Jesus is always with the outsider and outcast who suffers and hurts for the world and shares the pain of others.
Jesus leaves the institutional worship place, sometimes in anger, as we see in the Temple story of the ‘den of robbers,’ to be with those who are on the outside and who just can’t cut it in those places anymore. I think of this as the spirituality of imperfection. Certainly we all are united in our imperfections.
Other good and innocent souls linger there as well perhaps holding onto the law and its rules of right and wrong not having yet experienced the truth, beauty, and goodness of our shared suffering and wounds and imperfections.
God send me into the messiness of this world with the imperfect souls such as myself so that we might commune together in the dark shadows and light spirits as your Beloved children through grace, love, mercy, justice, peace, and hope!
