I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, February 9, 2018
It is time
“If, then, I were asked for the most important advice I
could give, that which I considered to be the most useful to the men of our
century, I should simply say: in the name of God, stop a moment, cease your
work, look around you.”
Leo
Tolstoy, Essays, Letters and Miscellanies
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We are constantly assailed
With voices from outside ourselves
Telling us what is true
What to believe
What is right
What is wrong
We are constantly responding
Reacting
Our hearts beat
Our heads roar
We are in turmoil
There is something ugly in all of this
All of this fear and anger
All of this exultation and ecstasy
For our emotions become weapons
Used against other
And sometimes, even, against ourselves
It is time
It is past time
To Stop
To Breathe
And then to listen
To the voices within
Not to the bully that lives in our brains
But to the voice of the Sacred that comes from that deep
place
That place that persists
That is the truth
It is time
It is past time
To look at the sunrise, to feel the breeze
To wonder at the mountain
To watch the deer leap gracefully
And the fox glide through the field
Time to look around at that which comes
From the voice of the Sacred
It is time
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