FRAIL

Are we all so frail?

I heard a story about
Mother Theresa with a cold
being crabby with a visitor

That comforts me

In my spiritual youth
having seen You
I felt so special
sometimes

And so like a worm
when I reflected
on the humongous diffrences
between You and I

Having matured
to understand a little

Greatly blessed,
I continue to be small
Human

Subject to ecstasy
when I reach for you

And despair
over my puny efforts
to serve You

So much pain
yet no one listens

Thank you
for the support
of fellow travelers

Reminding me
that I have only to
do what I can

The work is mine

Outcomes are Yours

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AM

In the moments before sleep
my lonely soul

Covered over all day
People
Things
Social
Escaping myself

Till I’m alone
faced with me

Am I to be a mirage
evanescent as could’s shadow
skimming a meadow

No
No I say

I make choices
Am in control

I AM

Till pillowed head
asks

Am what?

TURN

Turn away from me my
Love, or let
me leave this life.

My soul, bound
and weighted,
can not contain
enough of You.

If You leave, life
will end. If You
stay, I’ll die of joy.

Go just a little
step, and fix Your
gaze another place.

Then I can dare to
look again, breathe
and reach for You.