Palm Sunday – April 13, 2014
All Saint’s Episcopal Church, Rehoboth Beach, DE
(the Rev’d Dr) Elizabeth Kaeton
Last night as I was sleeping,I dreamt—marvelous error!—that a spring was breakingout in my heart.I said: Along which secret aqueduct,Oh water, are you coming to me,water of a new lifethat I have never drunk?
Last night, as I was sleeping.I dreamt - marvelous error!that I had a beehivehere inside my heart.And that the golden beeswere making white combsand sweet honeyfrom my old failures
And that the golden beeswere making white combsand sweet honeyfrom my old failures.
Last night as I slept,I dreamt—marvelous error!—that it was God I hadhere inside my heart.
They are here to gather to their bodies our human failures – the pollen of regret, grief, anger, betrayal, disappointment and depression from the depths of our own hearts and souls.
We know the story. We know how it ends.
Note: I am grateful to my colleague David Anderson for reminding me of Antonio Machado's poem and for his idea of 'the Bees of Heaven' which became, for me, 'the Bees of Holy Week'.