Photography by Norma Beaird
Poem by Curtis Beaird
I like weekends. Obligations are suspended.
The spirit and gifts of the Sabbath prevail.
The Sabbath: A guiltless moment of reflection and soul rest. Time when fixing the broken, solving the problem of meeting “their” needs is suspended. The focus becomes grace, forgiveness and solace for the soul. The sound is that of hearing the care of God, experiencing a work of grace, and finding again the song in your soul. For at least a second, the context of time gives way to the essence of the eternal.
The Sabbath: That time when the noise of demand, the need to control, the illusion of power and property ceases to hold sway. The vision and dream are made of gift and promise, love and silence, hope and future. The soul is permitted the luxury of being still; the mind’s eye envisions the land of promise. You become quiet. Demands, both inner and outer are suspended. The Sabbath offers a moment when we are complete, whole, integrated, fully alive, fully together; one, at least with ourselves.
The Sabbath provides a chance to be comfortable and comforted in an out of control world. A world short on care and long on sensation and threat. A world that addresses the dark with a thrill and flees from the healing grace of silence.
The Sabbath settles as well as excites. The hope found in the Sabbath generates the excitement of possibility rather than the escape of distraction. The Sabbath heals as well as calls. The Sabbath collects, gathers and inspires us to the highest and best. The Sabbath is invigorating.
It shows us more than the obvious and looks past the pain.
The Sabbath frees the slaves.
Copyright 2005, Curtis Beaird. All rights reserved.