THE PARABLE OF THE OLD WOMAN
(faith statement of the U.S. Grail. 1988)
THE OLD WOMAN,
STRONG FOR HER YEARS
AND WISE BEYOND HER
YEARS,
HAD MANY DAUGHTERS.
DAUGHTERS OF SUNBURNED PRAIRIE,
RED CANYON, DUSTY
MESA,
SWAMP AND BAYOU,
MOUNTAIN AND VALLEY,
OCEAN SANDS,
CITY . . . VILLAGE
. . . FARM.
LOVING THEM DEARLY,
THE OLD WOMAN
SENT THEM FORTH INTO
THE WORLD,
SETTING FOR THEM
THE TASK OF WEAVING
THE WEB OF JUSTICE.
AND TO EACH DAUGHTER
THE OLD WOMAN
GAVE PRECIOUS GIFTS
TO THE ELDEST,
COMPASSION FOR THE
TIMID, THE FEARFUL,
THE DESPERATE, THE
OUTCAST.
TO THE SECOND,
THE HEART OF A CLOWN
FOR LAUGHTER THAT UNITES.
AND TO THE OTHERS,
PERSISTENCE IN THE
FACE OF ADVERSITY
PASSION OF ANGER
AGAINST OPPRESSION
A CALMING TOUCH IN
THE MIDST OF CHAOS,
TEARS FOR THE SUFFERINGS
OF OTHERS,
DREAMS OF BRIGHTER
TOMORROWS,
COURAGE TO SPEAK
THE TRUTH IN LOVE,
A MEDITATIVE SELF
OPEN TO THE BREATH OF THE SPIRIT,
GRACE FOR SHARING
OF HEARTH AND HOME WITH FRIEND AND STRANGER
AND TO THE YOUNGEST,
REVERENCE FOR ALL
THAT HAS GONE BEFORE.
AND MOST PRECIOUS GIFT OF ALL,
THE OLD WOMAN GAVE TO EACH
A PIECE OF THE VISION
OF THE WEB OF JUSTICE,
A VISION OF
“
THE RADICAL CALL OF THE GOSPEL
FOR
THE TRANSFORMATION OF THE WORLD.”
AND IN THE SOUL OF EACH DAUGHTER,
THE VISION BURNED,
LIGHTING THE WAY
FOR HERSELF AND FOR
OTHERS.
NOW THE DAUGHTERS SETTING FORTH
TO WEAVE THE WEB
OF JUSTICE
WERE GUIDED BY MANY
SIGNS.
MANY FOLLOWED THE CHRIST.
ONE LIVED THE SACRAMENTS.
ANOTHER DWELT IN
FERVENT PRAYER.
A FOURTH DISCOVERED
THE WAY OF ZEN.
ONE COLLECTING FAITH-EVOKING SYMBOLS,
HUNG THEM FROM THE
CROSS.
OTHERS SOUGHT WISDOM OF THE GODDESS,
OR OPENED THEMSELVES
TO THE ENERGIES OF THE COSMOS.
AND THE MANY SIGNS LED TO MANY PATHS.
THERE WERE THOSE WHO TOOK ON
THE HUNGRY, HEART-SORE
JOURNEY WITH THE POOR,
OTHERS MARCHED AGAINST
RACIAL STRIFE.
SOME RAISED THEIR
FAMILIES,
SOME RAISED OTHER
PEOPLE’S FAMILIES.
SOME JOINED THE STRUGGLE
FOR WOMEN’S RIGHTS.
SOME WROTE POETRY,
DANCED, PAINTED, OR STICHED.
SOME LEARNED THE
LANGUAGE OF SCHOLARS.
A FEW TRAVELED FAR,
BUILDING SCHOOLS AND
HOSPITALS
AND HOPE.
SOME PLANTED IN THE FIELDS.
OTHERS HARVESTED.
THE DAUGHTERS TOOK MANY PATHS,
YET EACH PATH
CONNECTED TO THE
WHOLE.
AND THEY DISCOVERED IN THE CONNECTIONS
STRENGTH IN EACH
OTHER,
REST FOR THE WEARY,
SOLACE FOR THE LONELY,
AND THE VISION MADE
WHOLE.
SO THE DAUGHTERS WOVE ON
STEADILY,
FITFULLY,
BOLDLY,
PAINFULLY,
STRIDING,
STUMBLING,
FALLING,
RISING.
FRAGILE, MENDED, BROKEN, TOUGH.
DEEP WITHIN ITS CRISSCROSSED THREADS
ON-LOOKERS CAUGHT GLIMPSES EVEN IN THE DARKNESS
OF SINGING, DANCING, STORY-TELLING,
FEASTING, FASTING, MEDITATING, PRAYING,
BIRTHING, DYING.
AND OF THE DAUGHTERS FINDING EACH OTHER
IN THE BREAKING OF THE BREAD
AND THE SHARING OF THE CUP.
IN TIME,
ONE BY ONE,
DAUGHTERS DROPPED THE THREADS,
STOPPED WEAVING,
SLIPPED HOMEWARD.
AND THE OLD WOMAN
SENT FORTH YOUNGER DAUGHTERS
WHO FASTENED
NEW THREADS TO THE OLD WEB LINES
AND THEN WOVE ON,
PUSHING AT THE BOUNDARIES
OF THE OLD WEARY WORLD,
TRUE TO THEIR VISION
OF A FAITH-CENTERED
LOVE-BOUND,
JUSTICE-FILLED
NEW WORLD.
A WORLD IN WHICH ALL SHARE JOYFULLY
IN THE FRUITS OF THE EARTH,
THE ENERGIES OF THE SUN,
THE TIDES OF THE MOON,
THE LIGHT OF THE STAR
AND THE OLD WOMAN
Written by Ruth Gallant in behalf of the assembled group