when i bow my head to meet my destiny—
the hard fact that will not bend—
the battle hymn of my ancestors fills my ears—
my breath meets at the point of yielding and resisting—
and as a soldier i pledge myself
to that which i do not understand.
Tag: faith
object permanence
doubt
moves in like a cloud
obscuring the sun.
it does not make the sun wrong
or mean it’s not there.
for clouds come and go
but the sun is yours
your whole life long.
what comes alive for you
What comes to life
at your touch
What meets your eyes
and looks back?
In what do you breathe
the breath of life
In whom do you place
your faith?
Who looks at you
and sees a hero
Which winds kiss
your face?
What seals your hands
together in prayer
What forces buckle
your knees?
When and where
do you bow your head
Where do you rest
when you’re weary?
Whose ears can you trust
to listen
Whose words do you take
for truth?
Whose smiles are
the sun to you
Whose voice
a lifelong echo?
A hint: instead of answers
seek wonder.
will
i prayed
& asked ‘what am i to do’–
She gave me a stone
in my chest firm
& undeniable.
She said
I give you your Will.
your Will is yours
& yours alone--
in Me
you know where to go
for I have taught you
to read maps
I have taught you
navigation.
isn't this why
you are called here, after all?
for no matter where you go
you have your own Will to return to.
it will not waver
in storm or sea
it will not tumble
to the four winds
it will not be shaken
by the cares of the world.
listen to your truth.
don't you know
the music of its voice by now?
hasn't the world shown you hunger?
haven't you scavenged for morsels
the forests deep and dark--
haven't you slaked your thirst
in the cold waters within?
miracle belief statement
there are things
about which I currently have no idea
that will someday rock my world.
choice
I no longer tolerate poison inside myself.
I no longer tolerate hatred
anxiety
shame
self pity.
This doesn’t mean they won’t overwhelm or attack me.
It means in the middle of the storm, I will hold fast to the Eye that says:
you can do better.
I no longer have patience
for soul-poison.
I am human; it may fool me for a moment.
But it will not claim me.
I will be tested. Again & again.
I don’t know how I will make it.
That’s okay. I’ll start there.
I’ll start with “I don’t know”
& give the rest up to Spirit
so that when something comes along that is not of my Divine nature,
I will recognize it.
People may not understand.
That’s the hardest part.
Keeping my Spirit under lock & key
helps me feel safe around others.
I seek to release the fear
of what they will think–
of my refusal
to settle for less
than the glory we were made for.
Now, instead of approval
I will seek soul-fire.
song for the world weary
when your heavy bones
wish to sink to the depths
go now to the quiet place
where the world cannot
overcome.
remember:
all of these things will pass.
thoughts
--
feelings
--
pain
--
heartache
--
all will dissolve someday
replaced only by light.
your decision lies
in the dissolving.
will you cling bitterly
to sinking stones
or will you swim
flailing & gasping
to break the sunlit surface
& let that which does not serve you fall?
it is always our choice
yours and mine.
this is our power.
face to face with the sky 