{"id":7159,"date":"2021-05-16T07:47:36","date_gmt":"2021-05-16T14:47:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=7159"},"modified":"2021-05-16T07:47:36","modified_gmt":"2021-05-16T14:47:36","slug":"daniel-berrigan-credentials-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2021\/05\/16\/daniel-berrigan-credentials-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Daniel Berrigan – Credentials"},"content":{"rendered":"

Credentials
\nby Daniel Berrigan<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

I would it were possible to state in so
\nfew words my errand in the world: quite simply
\nforestalling all inquiry, the oak offers his leaves
\nlargehandedly. And in winter his integral magnificent order
\ndecrees, says solemnly who he is
\nin the great thrusting limbs that are all finally
\none: a return, a permanent riverandsea.<\/p>\n

So the rose is its own credential, a certain
\nunattainable effortless form: wearing its heart
\nvisibly, it gives us heart too: bud, fullness and fall.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a> \u2014 from Daniel Berrigan: Essential Writings (Modern Spiritual Masters)<\/a>, by Daniel Berrigan \/ Edited by John Dear<\/font><\/p>\n


\/ Image by Proseuche<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

Since the last few poems I\u2019ve sent out have been little morsels, I thought I would send out a bonus poem today\u2026<\/p>\n

In this poem we are given a couple of images to illustrate how we should understand ourselves and be in the world. In other words, what are our credentials? By what authority and quality do we come into the world and act in the world?<\/p>\n

Like the oak tree, we should offer our leaves \u201clargehandedly,\u201d giving fully of ourselves and our very nature to the world. And, in winter, in bareness, the essential form that we are comes through. By not holding back our true nature, by being fully ourselves, even when when the world demands all of us, that is when we \u201creturn\u201d and recognize that we are part of a grand, harmonious unity, \u201ca permanent riverandsea.\u201d<\/p>\n

We are our own credentials. Our credentials, our spiritual stamp of approval, is there within us, in our most natural form. Like the rose, we must unfold, be as we are, allowing our innermost heart to become visible, to be seen, to let its beauty be present in the world, bringing healing to the world and to ourselves.<\/p>\n

So the rose is its own credential, a certain
\nunattainable effortless form: wearing its heart
\nvisibly, it gives us heart too: bud, fullness and fall.<\/i><\/p>\n

Have a beautiful day, with a blossoming heart.<\/p>\n


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<\/a>Recommended Books: Daniel Berrigan<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n\n

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Daniel Berrigan: Essential Writings (Modern Spiritual Masters)<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nPrayer for the Morning Headlines: On the Sanctity of Life and Death<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nAnd the Risen Bread: Selected and New Poems 1957-1997<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nTulips in the Prison Yard: Selected Poems of Daniel Berrigan<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nPrison Poems: Selected Poems of Daniel Berrigan<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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If you\u2019re not familiar with who Father Daniel Berrigan is, I highly recommend you look him up \u2014 you\u2019ll find several excellent articles and past interviews. Daniel Berrigan was one of those great souls to whom we in the modern era owe so much, alongside other great spiritual figures like Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., Thich Nhat Hanh, and Dorothy Day, people who put their beliefs and their bodies on the line to transform society and awaken a wider compassion in the world. Father Berrigan was one of the early leaders in courageous protest against the Vietnam war and the draft. He worked throughout the Cold War against the proliferation and normalization of nuclear weapons. <\/p>\n

He did that thing that makes us most uncomfortable about the Christian pathway: He actually lived it, not just in his head, but on the ground. He rolled up his sleeves and bore his chest as he embraced the poor, spoke up for the vulnerable, and opposed institutional cruelty and violence, done boldly, humbly, amidst the complexities of the modern world and dangers of modern power structures. <\/p>\n

I continue to be inspired and challenged and humbled by Father Berrigan. His tireless work for peace and justice and humanity continues to reverberate and benefit us all.<\/p>\n

More poetry by Daniel Berrigan<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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