I am not going to push.
There is no hurry. Let it come as it comes. That has to be the way. "Relax into it," he said. Ok. That's what I'll do. I'll relax into it. Find the flow. Follow it where it leads. I don't have to finish anything. I only need to enjoy the process. And doesn't my mind work that way, Skipping from thing to thing As if there is no rhyme or reason. And then the pattern emerges. And so I will trust in my own process. I will not push. I will not be industrious. I will enjoy the back and forth. Until something emerges.
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You have laid yourself upon me
Like Elijah upon the dead boy And given me new life, Quite literally. What are these mysterious naps Where I cannot help but sleep And wake up different? I don't know. But something is changing. I am changing. The earth is changing. And perhaps I am changing with it. A thrush came to visit me.
He landed on the top of the open door And I watched him. Grey with speckled breast, A rare simple beauty, a loveliness. And a fresh message Like the smell of sage after rain. Something better coming, The turning of a leaf A new day. I don't have anything to say to the world.
It will have to get on as best it can Since I am not smart enough To have a word for them. But I do have a word For those who have forsaken the world: Take heart, for there is a hidden place Reserved for those who wait Upon divine deliverance. Dear God, I do not want to contend.
I am so tired. So sad. Forgive me for my risings. I am struck by my weakness, Amazed by how close I've come to losing you. I am lost in this world, and without your love within me... Please forgive me, Father. Please forgive me. And dear God, please make me an instrument of your redemption. I do not want others to suffer. Everything is provided
When you enlist to follow Christ. If it were not so, then you would have to serve the world first. You would have to scheme and toil away for years. You would have to play the crooked game and win In order to earn enough to do God’s work. But the man who hears the call to serve begins With nothing but the still small voice And Christ as his companion. And he trusts that means will come. And day by day, hour by hour, By miraculous means, He is provided for Until finally, When he has used himself up in the cause of Truth, He is taken home. |
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