DRIFT

It’s late at night

A dangerous time

on the computer

 

Conscious mind drifts

 

Out comes my soul

to lead my heart

 

I am closer to God

when my mind is less –

perhaps grieving, scared

tired, confused

 

And I remember

There is nothing I can do

to be worthy of God’s love

 

And I need do nothing

to earn that precious gift

 

God loves me

Is with me

 

I am

because God is

 

All powerful,

I could have been made a bug or tree

 

I was instead assembled as me

Just the way intended

 

Set down with only

the faintest memory

of living in God’s heart

 

Free to wander

this three-dimensional world

trying to figure out

 

my only task is to love

 

everything

 

I feel led to publish a poem each week. Writing in my ministry, and this is a way to let others know how God can work in people’s lives. My prayer is that they will be useful.

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About Michael Resman

I'm a retired pediatric Occupational Therapist. I now write books and serve as Clerk of the Rochester MN Monthly Meeting. I've helped helped edit WCTS and serve as the organizer for our gatherings. Since July 5th, I'm a grandpa!

4 thoughts on “DRIFT

  1. yay, Mike!!

    On Tue, Feb 6, 2018 at 11:18 AM, Quaker Mystics wrote:

    > Michael Resman posted: “It’s late at night A dangerous time on the > computer Conscious mind drifts Out comes my soul to lead my heart I > am closer to God when my mind is less – perhaps grieving, scared tired, > confused And I remember There is nothing I can ” >

  2. A person’s gotta write what a person’s gotta write. Me, I’ve always had a yen to make music (except whenever I was supposed to be practicing.) Right now I’m blocked in my efforts to design a software accompanist for this, so the best I’ve produced so far sounds like what you’d hear if you searched for feralstrings on soundcloud. And I free-form sing (usually very timidly, but then sometimes God sings along…) I don’t think there’s an audience for that, but I am all the same led to keep trying.

    An art form can work like a yoga, an art work like an asana… Done in that spirit, it isn’t about fnurgling yourself into a particular form (although you do what you can to achieve that, short of self-harm) but about the occasion this provides for opening the Divine/human interface by God letting you work on something together. (For more on this, try the 2nd piece down in my current project: http://apoetictheology.blogspot.com/ )

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