Poems by Ann Lewin
Entrance
Pause at the threshold
Of the sacred space;
Bow low.
Prepare for fresh
Encounter
With the Holy One.
Stage Fright
It’s often somewhat
Disconcerting when
God takes us at our word.
‘Take me and use me,’
We say, meaning it;
But when God does,
There is a moment of surprise,
Perhaps terror, ‘Me?’
Then, our ‘Yes’ loved from us,
Comes the realisation
That the opportunity is gift,
The outcome held in grace.
Simple Vows
At Burford Priory (the former home of the Community now at Mucknell Abbey) when two of the brothers renewed their Simple Vows, after promising stability, conversion of life and obedience, the rubric required them to stand with arms extended and say a verse from Psalm 119: “Sustain me, O Lord, according to your promise that I may live; and let me not be disappointed in my hope.”
Simple, not easy.
The economy of words
Belies the depth of the surrender;
No complicated debate about
How much to give:
Life stripped to the riches of poverty,
(Sustain me according to your promise)
The requirement is, everything.
The nails of obedience
Fastening me to this place
Scar like crucifixion
(That I may live).
Totally costly;
Totally rewarding;
(Let me not be disappointed
In my hope);
Simply all.
Solemn Profession
Written for three brothers who made their Profession in Solemn Vows at Burford Priory (former home of the Community now at Mucknell Abbey) on 28 May 1994
The engagement is fulfilled
that time of fearful, hopeful
search, discovery
has brought me to this place.
What I seek is here:
the mercy of God enfolds me,
draws me on to ever
deeper trust.
With this ring –
encircling of God’s love,
source of stability;
unbroken bond
within community;
symbol of my desire
to give myself –
what once was simple
now becomes a total offering:
being refined like gold,
eternally given and
received and blessed.
Sustain me, O Lord,
according to your promise
that I may live:
let me not be disappointed
in my hope.