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GRATITUDE by Reverend Doris Davis


 This poem was written six years ago in October 2011...

My daughter, Viveka and I had just completed our cross country American mother-daughter walkabout (see bio for details on the walk).  We were attending a week-long seminar in Oak Park IL with Andrew Harvey on "Sacred Activism" when these words flowed out of me after a meditation....


GRATITUDE
by Reverend Doris Davis


In the secret chamber of the heart
some words arose that took the form of prayer.
Around the space four presences were gathered:
the one who always presides, and the witness,
and the two -- the body and the soul.

The soul addressed the body and s/he said:
“Beloved one, you honor me today,
leaving all burdens of the past behind,
forgiving me and letting yourself be forgiven.
Only gratitude is left in the space between us.
Give me your hand, and let us celebrate
what G-d has given us to know of Love.”

'Take my Hand' by E. Tastad



Rev. Doris Davis, (R.G. Wilder) defines herself as "a free-lance mystic" whose work is to minister to the larger spiritual community, encouraging dialogue and education and appreciation of all spiritual traditions. Doris is Chaplain emeritus of the Southern California Chapter of the Parliament of the World’s Religions. She was ordained as an Interfaith Minister at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine in New York City, with the 25th Anniversary Class of The New Seminary, the oldest Interfaith Seminary in America. Doris holds a Bachelor’s degree in English / Dramatic Literature from U.C. Berkeley, magna cum laude, 1961, and a Master of Arts in Dance from UCLA, 1969. She worked for 20 years as an administrator in the public sector including the UCLA Graduate Schools of Management and Law. At 74 years old she completed an American cross-country walkabout for six months with her daughter, actress filmmaker Viveka Davis. Together, they are currently working on a transmedia work, a play – The Mother’s Road: A Metaphysical Musical. They are part of a growing number of "sacred activists" who are heralding the much needed return of the divine feminine in consciousness, communication, culture, and community.



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  1. Thank you very much for your beautiful poem offering. I was very touched by how you juxtapose gratitude with love, and gave them a residence in the "space" between the soul and the body, as they enter into a dialogue. The spirit of your poem, as I experience it, almost functions as a metaphor of the microcosm of interfaith exchanges: ones that begin within our very selves, and the various parts of our being, starting a conversation, from apparently opposite extremes, yet simultaneously being so intimately united. And from that inner dialogue with oneself, we evolve into the outer dialogue with the world. And the first line just drew me in! Always the sign of a good poem: it draws the reader in from the start! Thank you again.

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