Letters to the Universe

July 15, 2022

Dear Lord,

Quiet my senses, and still these wandering thoughts
That pull me from the shelter of your heart.

Though my awareness brings me closer to your Grace,
Sometimes it leads me soaring far apart, fumbling my way back.

Each dawn I yield myself anew to you,
To feel your presence flowing pure and free.

Have I created space enough within?
Do my small choices honor what could be?

Is it you or me choosing the candy or the protein bar?  To whom do I assign this?  We meld together as one, open up and meld again. 

Like clay beneath your hands, I wait to take whatever form your wisdom shapes in me. When I resist, I feel an instant loss— That sacred thread between us ceases to be.

Keep me close within your nest, oh Lord. Hold fast these wings that yearn to fly alone. Let me dive deeper into your endless sea, swim underwater with no breath, where time dissolves and only love is known.