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.
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Loving poorly
“Forgiveness is the name of love practiced among people who
love poorly. The hard truth is that all people love poorly. We need to forgive
and be forgiven every day, every hour increasingly. That is the great work of
love among the fellowship of the weak that is the human family.”
―
Henri J.M. Nouwen
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I love poorly
and sometimes
I hit the trifecta
I love God, poorly
my self, poorly
and others, very poorly
it’s not that I don’t want to
I really do love the Sacred,
and want to be a person who lives a sacred life
worthy of my inheritance as a sacred child
but I am not.
I really would love to love myself
but sometimes all I can see are the “warts”
those things I’ve done that I am not proud of,
those things that have happened
that have left scars
we all have scars
I hid mine, but they are there,
and so I cannot love myself well enough
to have the kind of peace and security
the kind of self affection
that allows me to forget myself
and focus on that person in front me
and so I love others poorly…
too many times,
I don’t look, I don’t see
I don’t listen, I don’t care
I am not passionate, or compassionate
I do not act for others
I am too busy protecting and promoting myself
yes, I love poorly
and so I make amends
and I pray for pardon
and I practice self-compassion
and I ask for forgiveness
mea culpa
mea maxima culpa
and it comes, as I live and work
among that fellowship of the weak
that is my community
that is my church
forgiveness,
compassion,
understanding
and yes,
love
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