REFLECTIONS: JEREMIAH 15:16 – Part II

By Msgr. Bernard Powers

Devoured Word

 

            Loving Spirit of God,

            You continually invite me to

            the Table of the Word.

            It is an invitation

            to eat frequently..

            As the stream  can never run dry,

            neither is your word

            completely consumed  by the eating.

 

            It was You, O Lord, who made your words a banquet,

            words giving life and spirit.

            It was You, O Lord, who gave fruit and fruitfulness to your word.

 

                        He who hears my words

                        and keeps them is my mother

                        and my sister and my brother.

 

            How important is the searching;

            How necessary is the finding;

            How essential is the devouring.

 

                        Should we not search for your word?

                        Should we not devour them when found ?

                                    They are life giving.

            As the tree absorbs the rain

            and takes the nutrients from the soil,

            so does my soul take nourishment from your word.

            There is life and refreshment within.

 

            Loving God,

            as I devour your word

            my faith grows…

            charity blooms…

            and hope soars.

            There is union.

 

            My spirit is refined

            and there is courage and perseverance.

            I can walk the journey of the day.

            Yea, even more,

            your word sustains me;

            I walk into the night.

                       

What a banquet!
                                            Amen  

 

  Sometimes the Word

 

            Sometimes the word

            is like a delicate wine,

            an elegant sip is a delight

            and a pleasure to the  palate.

 

                        Let me find this word.

 

            Sometimes the word

            is like a fresh, ripe peach,

            delicious in taste,

            rich with the ray of the sun.

 

                        Let me find this word.

 

            Sometimes the word

            is like a piece of jerky,

            cold, salty, tough, hard

            demanding.

 

                        Let me find this word.

 

            Sometimes the word

            is like salted peanuts,

            one leads to another, two wants more.

            One is not enough, and a handful is not sufficient.

 

                        Let me find this word.

 

            Sometimes the word

            is like a glass of water,

            refreshing, cooling, life-giving,

            quenching the thirst.

            One is alive.

                      

Let me find this word.

                                                     Amen