MARCH 7, 2009

The starting date that appears on the first page of the first bound volume of the Serenity of Knowing is March 7, 2009. I look at this date and I kind of make a face. I say to myself: “That can’t be right.” Then I am reminded that March 7, 2009, was an arbitrary inscription because the actual first moment of this long ago idea is lost. March 7, while being my birthday, is not exactly auspicious, but it is, nonetheless, a fixed moment in time.

I leaf through the printed bible from which I write. I am able to recall the clean unfettered pages that were mostly a mystery to me before I put pen to paper. Now the book is tattered and falling apart.

I am left to brave the storms of wisdom that I have only managed to absorb as dewdrops. However, I am transported back to the many memories that infuse those frayed corners: a daughter’s success, a lover’s demise, a new home, Ezekiel, Ruth, Apocrypha.

The final thin pages of the Old Testament now give way to the New. It is a milestone that I have greatly anticipated. In the context at hand I face another beginning. Of course it is also an end – neat and tidy I might like to presume. But if I have learned anything from what has gone before, it is that the fragrance or odor of the past always leaves its scent upon the new waking moments. I know there will be new joys, as well as new tragedies. There will also be the aroma of Revelations, the Epistles, and the Evangelists.

Perhaps the date in question is not so arbitrary after all. It’s a moment that bundles together all knowledge up until then. Though in the next instant one’s new thought has the freedom to soar as the winged Indigo Bunting whose breathtaking blue rivals a clear spring afternoon. The question for me is: What has been done with that winged freedom of thought since the inauspicious day of March 7, 2009?

As published in the June 2012 "St. Peter's Press," the monthly newsletter of St. Peter's Presbyterian Church in Spencertown, New York. At the time of publication, Phillip was nearly finished with the Apocrypha.