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An Anniversary Poem by Tom Webber

3 Nov
You can find out more about Tom & Barb's music by visiting their website: www.fairwebberfolkmusic.com

You can find out more about Tom & Barb Webber’s music by visiting their website: http://www.fairwebberfolkmusic.com

To Barb: An Anniversary Poem

I love you this moment
This small moment —
One drop of the tide of moments
That make the ocean of our life together.

We cannot know its distant shore
‘Though it seems we are on a long journey
On this tiny vessel we call “marriage”.
We do not know whence our journey first began
Nor when we will one day land.
(But we do have this one moment!)

We do not know its depths,
Nor what peril lies ahead.
But we feel the high tides
And the low ebbs
As we ride the crest of this moment along
To some unseen shore past the horizon.

What really does it matter?
This moment is all I have to give you.
For the ocean would be so much less
Were it diminished drop by drop.

So I love you this moment
And give you this moment.
Perhaps the ocean is in this single drop of time.

(c) Thomas C. Webber, November 1990


My wife Barb and I celebrated our silver wedding anniversary today! It has been a wonderful journey together so far, and I am looking forward to all the years we will share in the future. We have filled it with a simple but full life centered on family (we have four lovely children) and our shared love of music which we have been performing together since the late 80s.

I wrote the poem above to commemorate our first anniversary together, and I shared it again with Barb in a homemade card. The message, I believe, will never lose its meaning for me. I share it you, my reader, with the hope that it might likewise speak to your journey of love.

Peace,

Tom

 

 

“Peace on Earth” – Classic MGM Christmas Cartoon

23 Dec

Peace On Earth. Classic Christmas cartoon. MGM 1939. Anti-war.

Here is my early Christmas gift to all of my friends and visitors to this blog. I hope you take the 8 1/2 minutes to watch this extraordinary classic cartoon. It is distinguished as being the only cartoon to be nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize. I would describe this as a post-apocalyptic, dystopian-yet-utopian tale that presents the true meaning of the peace associated with the Christmas story in a manner that makes it still as relevant today as it was when it was first released, back in 1939. Think of it as an extended meditation on the twin themes of the “peaceable kingdom” and “turning swords into plowshares” that figure so prominently in the Book of Isaiah; two themes which serve as a backdrop to the story of the first Christmas found in the Gospels of Mathhew and Luke. What is ironic and sad is that this cartoon’s powerful anti-war message was largely forgotten or ignored just two years later when the USA entered the throes of WWII.

I post this now as we enter into this year’s Christmas season in hope that perhaps the message of this cartoon may engender in some people a reconsideration of the subversive but much needed message of Christmas: of the power of non-violent love that was incarnated in the coming of the Christ child some 2000 years ago. As we reflect on the sorrow, injustice and violence that plague our world right now, it should be clear that we need this cartoon’s simple message of peace and hope even more today.

I would love to have you post your reactions and thoughts here once you enjoy this heartwarming cartoon and ruminate over its message. And you are certainly encouraged to share or re-post this!

Merry Christmas and “Peace to All People of Good Will!!!”

Tom

“Autumn Leaves Do Not Shiver” (new original poem)

11 Nov

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“Autumn Leaves Do Not Shiver”

Autumn leaves do not shiver when they fall
but leap like little lads of yesteryear
who, when boisterously barrelling into a pond like tiny cannonballs,
and making their splash into water lilies,
never gave a damn about how far it is to the bottom.
For them, “tis the leap that counts,” after all!

No — these leaves do not shiver when they fall:
To fall is their call, after all!

How else are leaves to parade their fiery blaze of color,
that treasure hidden long before
under the zesty, green garments of Spring?

Ah — but it is WE who shiver —
(or rather, are SHAKEN out of complicity)
as we watch (this spectacle) and wonder IF —
when our time comes to leap:
will we likewise loosen our grip
that we might free fall under Winter’s magic spell
and finally promenade — with one last hurrah —
our own triumphant splash of exultant color?

(c) Thomas C. Webber 11/11/2013

“The New Day Greets Me” (original poem)

17 Oct

sunrise over misty rolling hills

The New Day Greets Me

The new day greets me like a middle-eastern girl —
A young Bedouin virgin, enshrouded in mystery.

A single amber eye peers out to charm
And beckons me from behind the cerulean veil
Which drapes and falls over her woolen green robe,
Revealing barely a hint of her rolling beauty and form.

Oh how I find myself ineluctably drawn to follow
With hopes of savoring her promised delight!

By Thomas C. Webber
2/27/02

You Are the Hidden Roots of My Soul

21 Sep

Tree with Roots

You Are the Hidden Roots of My Soul

(a prayer)

Oh God, you are the hidden roots of my soul,

my life, and my being.

You sustain me moment by moment

even when I do not think of you.

Your life-giving love, grace, and power

pulse through me like the sap of a tree.

Help me to remember that it is not so much that I

have planted myself in you

as YOU planted me long ago as a seed

to grow in love.

You did this long before I knew your name.

Now I, like a strong, stately emerald tree

am entering into the autumn of my life.

Use me, Oh God, to stretch out

and provide rest and nourishment to others.

Let me be your branches, bringing beauty

to a world torn by loneliness and strife.

And when that day comes

where my leaves drop to the ground

as the winter chill of death awaits me

May I blaze with the radiant beauty of your grace,

resting in anticipation of the springtime of resurrection.

Amen.

(c) Thomas C. Webber 9/1/ 2009

Seeds of Freedom

14 Sep

I share with you today this brief excerpt from a reading I often contemplate fr om the late Thomas Merton, an American Trappist monk, spiritual writer, and activist:

. . . all these things are sent to me from His will.

If the seeds would take root in my liberty,
and if His will would grow from my freedom,
I would become the love that He is,
and my harvest would be His glory and my own joy.

And I would grow together with thousands and millions of other freedoms
into the gold of one huge field praising God,
loaded with increase, loaded with wheat.

— Thomas Merton,

from his book “New Seeds of Contemplation”

If you or I are to experience and enjoy authentic freedom, we must continually strive to foster a sacramental vision of the world: one that recognizes the fundamentally sacred character of the ordinary. For the Divine (i.e., God) is the source and ground of, and is manifested in and through, each and everything we experience. We are never alone. No matter what our circumstances might lead us to think or feel at the moment, God is never far for us.

Frankly, for quite some time I have undergone a number of potentially devastating personal challenges. While naturally I have my up and down moments, I nevertheless I continue to face life with optimism, carrying a deep peace within. Through prayer, meditation, and mindful living, I continue to cultivate a heart that is soft, that is open to this moment in time (which is all I have anyway, right?). My goal is to live my life with a radical openness to the NOW, which I know is pregnant with the “seeds” of the Spirit and of my own liberty. This is a freedom that I will lose if I run away from or ignore the problems I face, or even the pain.

Rather, I strive to greet this (and every) moment without giving into the temptation to judging it as good or bad; for I place my trust in God’s providential, loving care.  I approach this moment with an awareness of gratitude, looking for the often hidden treasures that it might bring. In short, my own gift to this moment (for I can’t be passive) is a listening heart, for I believe in the the fundamental interconnectedness of everything that is, for it is all held together, individually and collectively, in God. Everything this precious moment is the play of the Divine Symphony, inexorably working together toward the fulfillment of God’s will.

Yes, God continues to speak! Right now, where past, present and future are all held together as one! So I ask myself: What is God saying to me right now through the concrete realities of my life?

What is God saying to you?

Importance of Contemplation

13 Sep

For  he who does not contemplate

Time marches forward

Like an inch worm —

The past never catching up

As the present has already moved on.

(c) Thomas C. Webber 5/10/1989 .

Just a little quip I wrote in my journal on that day.

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