From morning studies today:
Been reading elders, so much peace when you read people who, like King David, just didn’t care anymore what other’s think, and even your opinion of yourself starts to fade, from my own experience!
These little poetic prose thoughts came today as visitors and are something about letting go of spiritual perfectionism—the need to always get it right in order to please God, or feel on course in life. They came to me this morning while i was sorting out what i “should” do today. It reminded me of St Augustine’s great quote: “Love God, and do what you will.” For me, poems or poetic prose are invited visitors! I’ve always felt this. When they arrive, i always welcome them as friends!
Go take a walk, it doesn’t matter anymore where you go, you will meet Him there.
Go down to the cafe, look at stranger’s faces again and be thankful for that light.
Or up on the hill, with the birds still hunting their prey. But don’t grow tired watching them work
so hard. Just watch and be grateful, and return. Maybe you’ll have something left
to say. Or maybe, one day, you will just be silent again, as in the womb. And more yourself. More governed, by Love.
spiritual aging:
There were the days, when getting it right was everything
obedience was meeting God
then came that season of choice
when He could be met wherever you stepped
and would correct your falter with Wisdom
And now, you can’t mess up as long as you
find Him there!
I met him in timing then only.
Later, it was space itself.
When the two came together
I was barely there.