May 6: The Deep, High Mystery of God

By the Venerable Calhoun Walpole,
Archdeacon of the Diocese of South Carolina

On Friday of this week, May 8th, we remember Julian of Norwich, who famously wrote: "All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well." In these words, Julian continued, “I saw the deep, high mystery of God.”
 
In these days, where and how and through whom are you seeing the deep high mystery of God?
 
Billy Baldwin from McClellanville (prolific writer, member of St James-Santee, and a dear friend) often helps me to see such mysteries, which is why I want to share with you one of his new poems, written several days ago. Thank you, Billy!
 
Yours faithfully,
Callie
 
Sheltered in Place (Bluffton) by Wm. Baldwin
The doors of Heaven, 
the windows, too,
are of Greek Revival proportions:
wide and high to 
the point where
your hands stretched out 
can’t touch top or sides.
All this approximate. “About.”
Of course, the rooms are vast,
and usually lack a roof. 
No plywood. Just sky. 
Previnyl days to boot. 
The floors are road dust
and summer sunlight mixed.
Dog paws imbedded there
(large or small, easy fixed).
Plus, reachably near
a thousand black berries.
What else can the infinite exist of?
You’re young again.  The structure
a bright, slightly dusty love.
Summer sweet. Words plain.  
Spoke through lips now
berried stained.