I wrote the following in response to a friend who, feeling disheartened at a recent Regional Synod meeting, wrote a poem expressing his frustration with rules of order, parliamentary procedure, polity, governance, and the like. My response (“embodied” in imabic tetrameter) is an attempt to defend these things, or at least to suggest some theological importance for them.
A body is a gift from God
through which the blessed may enjoy
the other blessings to employ
in service to the Giver, God.
And yet some do despise the gift.
They wish from its constraints to break,
those bounds and limits to forsake,
and live their gifted lives adrift.
This dream is common, and quite old:
to leave behind the flesh, the shell
and thus to live, and live quite well;
a gnostic freedom to behold.
The gifts are real, the body good;
it is God’s gift that there may be
a space for possibility
so grace may thrive just as it should.
Space has measure, depth and height.
Within that space, run, we may,
and climb, and work, and rest, then say
“Thank God” for all these gifts so right.
This we know, and this we share:
embodied praise for God most wise.
But churchly bodies you despise
and say of these, “I do not care.”
On this I think we are agreed:
the body with no soul is dead.
And this, I think, may too be said:
the soul, a body it does need.
This is my last post of the month. I am taking a four week study leave. Wish me productive dissertation writing!