It’s weird that we had the tree for our symbol this year. None of us here is anything like a tree. None of us is getting that kind of rest. You are constantly moving. Getting up, going to school, going to practice, working out, doing homework, and now reviewing for finals, studying, taking finals, playing Candy Crush, Flappy Golf, Twisty Hollow, Zen Line, Mermaid Salon, Hearthstone and Vain Glory. I mean, you are really busy.
Senior Bailey Heng told me that she didn’t feel like she learned anything in high school, she just did a bunch of stuff.
A bunch of stuff.
A lot of you in this room are doing a bunch of stuff right now. You’re texting your friend, or you’re clowning somebody or you’re trying to make that person look at you. Some of you, not all, but some of you say you don’t like Mass because it’s boring. But the truth of it is you can’t stand being still. And the reason why you can’t stand being still is that no one taught you the power that being still can give you. You don’t realize that God’s voice inside of you is a still voice. You have to be still yourself to hear it.
As many of you know, in my class we write every day. We keep journals where students record their innermost private thoughts, and in Nick Garcia’s journal he said. . . .wake up to a nightmare as your teacher is about to put your private journal on blast in front of the whole school, well that’s what you get for being so smart. . . .and in Nick Garcia’s journal he said that on the last days of classes as a senior in high school, he felt that the past four years he had been standing under a waterfall of classes, studying, tests, activities, and friends, thinking the whole time that it was endless and that it would last forever. Except there he was on the last day of real classes and the waterfall was down to only a few drops and soon it would be gone.
So beloved students, maybe the tree isn’t a symbol of what we are. Perhaps it is a symbol of what we should try to be. Maybe we should seek just once to be still.
Be still.
Be aware of your roots here at (where we go to school).
Give yourself a minute to reflect on what you have learned while you were doing all that stuff. Be still and cultivate awareness that you are standing beneath a great waterfall that will be over before you know it. Just be still for one second and pray in gratitude with me to a God who sees you and loves you just as you are in this singular moment, just the way you are, with nothing to fix.
Sit up nice and straight and tall. Take a deep breath. In and out. And another. In and out.
Dear God,
This was the year
The days fell like water
On every son and every daughter
We barely stopped to look around sometimes we lost God’s voice in all that sound
This was the year.
This was the year we lost our brother
A girl she lost her mother
This was a year unlike any other
This was the year we held up each other
This was the year
This was the year of Holy Courts and Holy Hoops
When (you know who) were the dupes
We ran around them loops and loops
Sorry not sorry oops.
This was the year
We ruled fields, pools and mats too
Playing with honor, bleeding blue
This was the year
We read Into the Wild and Mala and Night
We wrote our papers until they were sparkling and tight
We figured out equations, oh we did the math
And took time in Religion to find a spiritual path
We blew bubbles with Bogert
And spoke Spanish with Chad
Did our research with Roybal
And parlayed with Howurun cause she’s rad
This was the year
This was the year when we did all the stuff
Sometimes it was easy, sometimes it was rough
All the while knowing that all this life
Is not about feeling myself or hitting your wife
It’s not all about the Benjamins and beating the curve
It’s about ENTER TO LEARN AND LEAVE TO SERVE
This was the year we stood tall and strong
We sheltered each other
When the days were long
I thank my God for our school, our teachers and friends
I thank my God that the love between us never ends
For though the days are almost done
Of this crazy rotation around the sun
Under the amazing waterfall of work and fun
This was the year
When we all became one.
Just what I needed this morning. Thanks, Maureen.
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I don’t know what string of events brought me to this page but reading this again was fantastic.
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Thank you so much.
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