Here I am

O Lord

I wake up some days

and wonder

if there really is much a person like me

with all my wounds and flaws

can do

to be a light in what seems like an ever darkening world

and then I remember

“    Noah was a drunk, Abraham was too old, Isaac was a daydreamer

    Jacob was a liar, Joseph was abused

    Moses had a stuttering problem, Gideon was afraid

    Sampson had long hair and was a womanizer

    Rahab was a prostitute, David had an affair and was a murderer

    Elijah was suicidal, Isaiah preached naked

    Jonah ran from God, Job went bankrupt

    John the Baptist ate bugs, Peter denied Christ

    The Disciples fell asleep while praying

    Martha worried about everything

    The Samaritan woman was divorced, more than once

    Zaccheus was too small

    Paul was too religious

    AND Lazarus was dead!”*

I suppose that means 

that You

can use

even

me

thank you !

here

I

am

send

me 

(Isaiah 6:8)

*Thanks to whomever first penned this – not me!  Original source unknown

I like how you blush

I like the way you blush, God

the season spring,

the season summer, the season

fall, the hour of winter

and that magnificent season

existence!

yes I love the way you blush, my

Lord, when we are sometimes

near.

                                    Hafiz

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O Lord

waiting for the sun

I think about You

I think about leaves turning brilliant

and skies turning gray

I think of snow on the mountains

and crisp mornings

of frost on the flowers

I think of the smell of smoke in the air

and the rustling of the wind

in the Aspens

I think of deer

Tiptoeing through the pines

and horse

leaning over the fence

chastising me

for not feeding them earlier

I think of quail

fatly (my own made up word) running to

gobble the sunflower seeds the

crossbeaks have left behind

of cats

slinking through the grass

thinking “dinner”

as the quail scatter

ah your world lord

it is as much a sign of your love

as the blush

of a woman (or man)

in the presence of her (or his)

beloved

Thank you

The Loving Hands

This is the kind of Friend you are:

Without making me realize my soul’s anguished history,

you slip into my house at night and,

while I am sleeping,

you silently carry off all my suffering

and sordid past in your beautiful

hands

                                                  Hafiz

_________________________________________

O Sacred One

O God

My God

It is all pretty simple isn’t it?

The answer to everything

to sleepless nights

to torturous thoughts

to fear

to anger

the answer to

the oppression

and emptiness within

the secret to calm

and hope

and joy

is placing ourselves

in your loving hands

and letting You do

Your

Thing

So why do I try to make it all

So much

About

Me?