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Slipping

On my shoes,

Boiling water

Toasting bread

Buttering the sky.

That should be enough contact

With God in one day

To make anyone

Crazy

          Hafiz via Daniel Landinsky

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Ah, God

You fill me

If I let you

 

Full to overflowing

With all things

 

Not everything is good.

Mixed into the joy of a gilded sunrise

Into the ecstasy of fresh snow

 

Are pain and fear

And if I am honest, some anger

 

That is the way life is

That is the way You are

You come to me as you are, as I am

 

You are here, now

 

Others would draw me away.

Who, empty and striving

Make me empty and striving

Who, angry and hateful

Taint me with their anger and hate

 

I do not like who I am

Who I become

When I let them occupy my mind and my soul

I feel fallen, banished from the Garden of Love

I think the worst of others, rather than the best

I speak (and write) quickly, impulsively

Words that hurt and harm

That (sometimes) are unfair

 

I am so consumed with my inner turmoil

That I become a divider, not a peacemaker

A person who wounds others, rather than heals

 

Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa Lord

 

I know there is time for anger

And there are times to speak out

Resist

 

But how I do that matters

A lot

 

Beloved, I like who I am

When I am consumed by you,

And when, at the table of grace

I stuff myself with your love

 

For then no matter what I do

Comes out of a place of grace and love

 

Jesus tossed those tables

Because he loved all, and wanted all

To have equal access to the Holy

 

I would bet that

Jesus

If they had been willing

Would have sat down with those people

After

 

And said, “Let’s talk.”

 

I want to be like that.

I do not want to let DJT or Kristi Noem,

Or Pete Hegseth

 

Be the ones who shape my soul

I want you

To be the One

 

So this morning,

As I rise

Give me love

Give me Jesus