Monday, May 11, 2009

Doing a "Spiritual Assessment"


Assessing a Soul



I pick up a tool…

An ethereal can opener

A holy pry-bar

To pop the lid off this Soul


I am allowed to see

…if only for a moment…

The shadows and faded pictures

Of a deeply guarded spirituality


What gives meaning to this Soul?

What thoughts are laid bare

In this Sacred Space

Afforded to me


Did I hear that cry…

Between the lines of Cascading words

Powerful emotions are covered

By multiple facades


Love, Hate, Joy, Sorrow

Jealousy, Pride, Anger

The spigot is pouring now

Splashing down on virgin ground


Do you pray?

Do you long to touch the face of your God?

Do you “lift up your eyes to the hills?”

Do you wait to hear a “still, small voice?”


I Assess a Soul

And that Soul Assesses me.


Anatomy of a poem

OK, Let's say you're sleeping soundly and then slide into that REM sleep thing, and you go down that sometimes bizarre road of disconnected ideas and images. Then you start to wake, and your thoughts get more rational as you enter the atmosphere.... That's how I describe some of my inspiration for writing my poetry. For example this last evening/morning, I came out of one of those "foggy rooms" and a phrase of poetry stuck with me. I woke up in the darkness and had this urge to write it down, so I grabbed a pen and wrote as best as I could between the shadows on the paper on my desk.

The phrase that just 'came' to me has to do with what we do as Chaplains (in my case Hospice). We must "assess" a person spiritually, to see how to help that person the best possible way as things deteriorate in that person's life. We call this a "Spiritual Assessment". So, I woke up thinking about my work, I suppose, and all the ways we have to get the person to talk about their spiritual interest (or not). We find things that are meaningful to that individual. Sometimes it may be a spouse or family member. It might be a church experience, or better yet a personal encounter with Jesus Christ. (Note: from the Chaplain's perspective, he/she allows the individual to tell the story of their own faith journey, and then we do whatever possible to encourage them to follow their own path, which may include true Christian faith experience.) (Note on this Note: Being a chaplain is somewhat more complicated than being a Pastor. I make no apology for being both.)

Back to POETRY.... Ok, I rub my waking eyes, and this powerful little phrase sticks with me:

I Assess a Soul,
and that Soul Asesses me.

I spent some time working my poem around that thought and will share it in my next post. But I thought you might be interested in knowing how those creative juices work... then again, if you are not interested, no harm done.... (it's my blog.....! )

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Adventures in Sitting

Probably most of us have gone to meetings of one sort or another, where the object is to see if you can survive 12 hours of sitting still and listening or reading (or both). Denominational meetings are like that. A certain weariness sets in after the first 9 hours... it seems that all the pages start looking the same, and the discussion sounds like your mother singing to you, putting you to sleep for the night after tucking you in. You doze, and open your eyes and more papers have grown in the empty space on the table. There are important things discussed, and welcomed 'breaks', but it still does not take away from the problem of the human body not being built for sitting for that long of a time for several days...

OK, I know there are some who enjoy the banter and 'eat up' the procedural stuff, and Robert's Rules of Order sits right next to their Bibles. That's OK... 'more power to them.' For me, it's an exercise in endurance.