Come With Me
Come with me[1]
St. Clare’s
Church
September 2, 2018
Fifteenth Sunday after Pentecost
Proper 17
Song of Solomon
2:8-17 (note the 4 additional verses plz!)
Psalm 45:1-2, 7-10
James 1:17-27
(10:00 am service only)
Mark 7:1-8, 14-15,
21-23
Dedication verse of prayer:
"He has made
everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart;
yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.[2]” Amen.
"Arise, my love, my fair one,
and come away;
for now the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of singing has come"
Oh, to write such words as these. …
As some of you know I teach
information science in the context of disasters and management. It is not yet
been two years at the university. I began as a young theologian; an unlikely
beginning for what followed. For 40 years, I was immersed in the practice of
technology, and the last 17 of those working for humanitarian organizations.
But for over 50 years I've also been a writer, ever since an 8th grade English
teacher said, "we are now going to write poems,” and we were
terrified.
So, I approach the poetry of our
text from a variety of perspectives, but perhaps most as a graying poet among
the faithful.
1) The call of lovers
The Song of Solomon or Song of Songs
is often read at weddings. It is foremost about the passion of lovers,
and it's in a sacred text. What's not to like?
Since God, religion and ethics are
not mentioned, its position in the Jewish canon was disputed for many years,
until settled in the 1st century. It was then that the religious meaning became
an allegory of the love of God for his people, Israel, that was read during
Passover, in the springtime. The Christians adopted the allegory
but saw it as the love of Christ for His Church.[3]
Well, doesn't that just get your
blood pumping?
The poet and scholar, Edward Hirsch,
says this is the "greatest love poem ever written" filled with
"extravagant comparisons.” [4]
I love the richness in the phrase "extravagant comparisons."
Sometimes we grasp at such
comparisons to the world around us to speak of things ineffable –of love and
the holy. But it is also the reality that it is familiar, it is near,
woven into our reality as the God who comes to us. The poet-writer of the
Song of Songs gathers all that is within her reach to describe the natural joy
of love.
If you ask an eight-year-old child
to count the animals in the poem they may find five, and the older child may
name the five flora and the five landscapes. There is song, and the voice
of birds; the fragrance of blossoms.
(I want to pause here and pay homage
to the tapestries that now grace and frame the cross at St. Clare’s; here there
are trees, valleys, fruit and flowers, just as are in the poem. If ever a poem and a work of art sang harmony,
it is today’s text and these tapestries.)
The poem is steeped in the familiar.
We are immersed in the senses. It is almost as if the author is
seeking to bring all that is about, that is before us, to the task of
comparing, of metaphor,
One of the games I'd play with my
son is stretching my arms out and saying, "I love you this
much." To which he'd point to the ceiling and say, "I love you
that much" "I love you more than the whole world," I'd expand;
and he'd reply, "I love you to the moon and back." You get the
picture. Each time, we'd try to reach further to describe how big our love
is. I sometimes wonder if God was doing some of that when, with the
creative expansiveness of the universe, He said, "Let there be
light!"
The poet speaks like this.
"Come away with me," beyond all the things you see living and
not. He speaks of love in all these familiar nouns, and more than them. Love is at the same time the great "Other,"
beyond; and the One who is familiar, near. We are called to both. How can we speak of such things without
metaphors, of things familiar?
I often write poems in cards I give
to Shirley. They start with a painting
or photo on the cover. For one of our
wedding poems, the painting on the card was by Lynn Tait, of two chairs outside
an old farmhouse with blue shutters, from a place in Greece near where we
honeymooned. The chairs have become a metaphor for how we connect with each
other. Allow the common elements to
speak…
Two Chairs[5]
We may look at these two chairs
that face us as empty,
sitting outside this rugged house
with the closed blue shutter
and stucco falling from the field stone,
but I see all the conversations
that have not yet happened,
the laughter that has not yet
rung out across this path,
the glance that comes
before the kiss;
what has been behind this window
tied shut with a bit of straw
has been,
and what is yet to come
cannot be kept within these walls;
come sit with me
and start a story
as if it were tomorrow,
and I will dream with you.
2) The call of God
What if God were speaking in the Song of Songs. "Arise, my love, my
fair one, and come away." This is the call of the lover that is also
the call of God. How do we approach such words?
M. Scott Peck talks about the God
who pursues us as a lover; like the famous poem the Hound of Heaven,
"He chases us with a vigor that is matched only by the vigor with which we
may flee from Him.[6]" A
God who chases us!
There is a wonderful scene
in Franco Zeffirelli 's Jesus of Nazareth, where
Jesus is calling one of the disciples to follow him, and the reaction is not
one of adulation but of frustration and exasperation... “What does he expect me
to do?[7]”
Yet still Jesus pursues him…
Again we hear, “Come away with me.”
Is this not His call to us
also? …But here is the paradox, we are called to action in the world. In the here and now.
This is the familiar context of the poem; Christ's love is compared to
the flowers, fig tree, vines in blossom, lilies-- all of the things that
are near to us. This is not a call to flee, but to be fully present.
My mother
sends me a birthday card each year where she underlines some words in the card,
sometimes three times, with exclamation points, to add her emphasis. I am
grateful she read the card that closely. It is a bit more personal, and I look
forward to receiving it.
I sometimes wish the Bible’s authors
would underline a word or two. What does it mean? Or are we called, like
the lovers in the Song of Songs, to just let it be, let it wash over us and
simply ask what comes to me in this poem?
3) The call to home
If this poem is about the lovers and
about God's love for us, is also a call to home. "Arise, my love, my
fair one, and come away"
Coming home has many meanings, for
lovers, for family reunions, for pilgrimages. Ultimately it is about the
end of time as we know it. We say "he was called home" when a
loved one dies. It’s a euphemism, indeed; but it also reflects the deeper
meaning in the poem.
A group of my students are studying
how refugees communicate and use the Internet.
We have spent much time talking about what it must be like to be a
refugee. What information we would
hunger for if we were a refugee. On a
deeper level, we may think “this could be us.”
And we would be right. We are all
refugees in a very real sense, and we long to be home. It was Pascal who said “There is a God-shaped
vacuum in the heart of each [of us],”[8]
one that can only be satisfied by our Creator. The One who calls us home.
All this has hope and possibility with
the art of poetry. Sometimes intended, sometimes appropriated, but here
we are; we come with the expectation that God will call and we will hear his
voice, now, with our loved ones, and
in the poetry of the words and blessings we say and sing as we worship this day.
This is the mystery of the Song of
Songs: The One who calls us home is the One who pursues us here and now, like a
lover who yearns for her mate.
May it be so for each of us.
The priest, who assisted at our
wedding, always ends with this blessing, which is always a joyful reminder:
“Life is short.
We don't have much time to gladden
the hearts
of those who walk this way with us.
So, be swift to love
and make haste to be kind."[9]
Amen.
Edward G. Happ
[1] A
page of poems and writings I considered while writing this reflection, may be
found on my poetry Blog, here: http://poetryworkbook.blogspot.com/2018/09/poems-for-sundays.html
and in the footnotes of this document.
[2] Ecclesiastes
3:11, New International Version (NIV)
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ecclesiastes+3%3A11&version=NIV
[3] The Interpreter's One-Volume Commentary on
the Bible, 1971, p. 324f
[4]
Edward Hirsch, How to Read a Poem, and
Fall in Love with Poetry, 1999, p. 108.
[5] Lynn
Tait, "Santorini, Two Chairs", The Lynn Tait Gallery, Essex, UK,
2010; poem by EG Happ, 18 Dec 13; the artist’s photo is here: http://www.thelynntaitgallery.com/card-detailed.asp?cardid=239&RangeID=27
[6] M.
Scott Peck, Further Along the Road Less
Traveled, 1993, pp. 230-231.
[7]
Franco Zeffirelli, Jesus of Nazareth, TV
Mini-Series (1977), https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0075520/
[8]
Blaise Pascal, https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/801132-there-is-a-god-shaped-vacuum-in-the-heart-of-each
[9] Henri-Frederic
Amiel Quotes, https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/1040289.Henri_Fr_d_ric_Amiel
and see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henri-Fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9ric_Amiel
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