My Sacred Habitat
Every morning I welcome the world,
With words of thanks to the Lord.
I close my eyes to open them again
To see! To hear! To live! And experience!
What is sacred in the world?
The sun, the wind, and the rain,
The grass, the trees, and gardens
My habitat, my environment;
My spirit soar with appreciation
To Mother Earth, the creation.
My treasure! My gold!
One of the things I tried to do with my free time in this Covid-19 pandemic social distancing time is to explore doing something that I had not done before. Early this morning, while I sat outside at the back patio, I decided to write this poem, and I’m sharing this new endeavor with you above.
This appointment transitioning during this pandemic time has challenged me profoundly. It is necessary to have space, a sanctuary place for my soul to rest and rejuvenate. I rejoice when I found this place right here at home, our backyard.
Since I moved to Salem, I fell in love with the backyard of the Trinity Parsonage. It has become my sacred space. In this social distancing time, this is a place where I can’t ever be lonely. The maple trees are majestic and serene—the leaves hum and dance with the wind. There are squirrels, cats, chickens, and birds freely roaming unthreatened by my presence. The vast space is full of all kinds of noises, the leaves wooing with the wind, birds joyful chirping, and squirrel scuttering over twigs. I can hear peoples’ voices against the sound of moving vehicles, police sirens from the busy Lancaster Highway.
But amid in all this noise, I am in my backyard; it is a habitat for many of God’s living critters, I find tranquility. It reminds me of 1 King 19:11-13. Elija discovered that amid the wind, earthquake, and fire, he didn’t hear the Lord, but then, he heard a quiet small voice of the Lord, “why are you here, Elija?”
My sacred space is a place where amid human noises and nature’s critters, I can still feel God’s presence and hear God’s voice quietly reminding me. “why are you here, Kalina?”
Pastor Kalina Malua Katoa