In my Voices Sunday school class . . .
On Epiphany Sunday,
After we all had chosen our Star Words,
And discussed their most profound meaning,
Our Zoom call ended.
I spiritedly rose up to my feet! With great enthusiasm!
After all, the Star Word I had just chosen
Read, “RISE UP?”
The “Rise Up” worried me a bit,
As Star Words often do,
Because those words always make me feel.
So I as I was “rising up” from my desk chair
Expecting new vigor for a new year,
Suddenly . . .
Something startled me.
Oh, my! There’s a Star Word on the floor!
Thank goodness it’s face down.
For a long time, I just carefully walked around the Star Word on the floor,
Wondering what I should do about it.
I couldn’t leave it on the floor;
Because then people feet, cat feet and the desk chair wheels would destroy it.
What should I do?
Was this another Star Word meant for me?
Or could it be for our Voices class, for all of us?
I decided to pick it up, turn it over, and see the Star Word;
But I couldn’t just pick it up
Unceremoniously, without any sacred intent.
Remember, I always feel something when I choose a Star Word.
Every year on the day we celebrate Epiphany,
And hear again Epiphany’s story of the Magi getting a glimpse,
An extraordinary glimpse, to be sure;
Of a brilliant star in the night sky!
A star that probably left them breathless.
A star that would miraculously show them the way ahead,
Even in the dark.
In the retelling of the Magis’ story,
I always feel something;
Just like I always feel something
When it’s time to choose my Star Word,
Breathless, anxious, excited, afraid . . .
I wonder where and how my Star Word might lead me
Into night’s darkness.
Into the uncertainty of the year to come.
Into a new way of being . . .
All the while, pondering . . .
Things to change,
Resolutions to honor,
Amends to make,
Newness to discover,
New and holy promptings that will beckon me to rise up!
What will they be? Could my Star Word give me a hint?
All of these thoughts swept over me
As I picked up that Star Word from the floor
And held it in my hands,
Holding my breath,
Hesitant to look on the other side.
Finally, I turned over the Star Word I had rescued from the floor.
When I read the Star Word, I knew instantly!
That this Star Word from the floor was for me.
It was for all of us.
It was for everyone
Who prays for,
Who hopes for,
Who longs for,
What about the Star Word on the floor?
What was its holy message for us?