Thoughts From The Mind of an Interfaith Minister 


One Well, Many Rivers

Copyright Stephanie Sebero 2009

There is a wisdom that's older than time

And this knowledge is yours and it's mine

It is the simplest and deepest of truths

Expressing itself through me and through you

One well, many rivers

One gift, many givers

One life, we live together

One love, now and forever

There's one big answer we're seeking to find

Yet discover more questions at the end of each line

Because the answer has been inside all along

Just be quiet listen to your heart song

One well, many rivers

One gift, many givers

One life, we live together

One love, now and forever

There have been teachers throughout all the ages

We call them saints, prophets, and sages

But they are no different from you or from me

They know that life is shaped by belief

One well, many rivers

One gift, many givers

One life, we live together

One love, now and forever

We can smile, we can sing, we can bow

When we praise it matters not how

Worship is intended to open OUR hearts

God is open eternal no end and no start

One well, many rivers

One gift, many givers

One life, we live together

One love, now and forever

So many paths, and what's in a name

It cares not what you call it, love's there just the same

So look upon the other with peace in your heart

And you'll find in truth no thing sets you apart

One well, many rivers

One gift, many givers

One life, we live together

One love, now and forever

Why?

June 24th 2017

Why marry at all? This, this last paragraph. That's why. That's how. And while some may read this and feel sad, I don't. I feel hopeful. This is a truth, a history, and sometimes that isn't a beautiful thing, sometimes it's a very ugly thing. But we have a choice to return to love in all that we do. Thank you Marge for sharing your life's work.

Why marry at all?

By Marge Piercy

Why mar what has grown up between the cracks

and flourished like a weed

that discovers itself to bear rugged

spikes of magenta blossoms in August,

ironweed sturdy and bold,

a perennial that endures winters to persist?

Why register with the state?

Why enlist in the legions of the respectable?

Why risk the whole apparatus of roles

and rules, of laws and liabilities?

Why license our bed at the foot

like our Datsun truck: will the mileage improve?

Why encumber our love with patriarchal

word stones, with the old armor

of husband and the corset stays

and the chains of wife? Marriage

meant buying a breeding womb

and sole claim to enforced sexual service.

Marriage has built boxes in which women

have burst their hearts sooner

than those walls; boxes of private

slow murder and the fading of the bloom

in the blood; boxes in which secret

bruises appear like toadstools in the morning.

But we cannot invent a language

of new grunts. We start where we find

ourselves, at this time and place.

Which is always the crossing of roads

that began beyond the earth’s curve

but whose destination we can now alter.

This is a public saying to all our friends

that we want to stay together. We want

to share our lives. We mean to pledge

ourselves through times of broken stone

and seasons of rose and ripe plum;

we have found out, we know, we want to continue.

Taken from The Irrational Season, by Madeleine L'Engle

January 23, 2018

"But ultimately there comes a moment when a decision must be made. Ultimately two people who love each other must ask themselves how much they hope for as their love grows and deepens, and how much risk they are willing to take…It is indeed a fearful gamble…Because it is the nature of love to create, a marriage itself is something which has to be created, so that, together we become a new creature.


To marry is the biggest risk in human relations that a person can take…If we commit ourselves to one person for life this is not, as many people think, a rejection of freedom; rather it demands the courage to move into all the risks of freedom, and the risk of love which is permanent; into that love which is not possession, but participation…It takes a lifetime to learn another person…When love is not possession, but participation, then it is part of that co-creation which is our human calling, and which implies such risk that it is often rejected."

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