I take refuge in a God I have no name, no image for
Just a felt sense
As deep within me as deep can get
This refuge on good or hard days
Can feel
Like a breeze trailing
Soft tendrils on my bare skin
Can feel
Like the shift shaping clouds
Following no rules, none
Just pure spontaneity
Feels like awareness
Of how my pain and the world's pain
Sits like a tonnage of weight
On my heart
Cracking it open
To reveal the compassion, tenderness, and wounding
Feels like moments
as they unfold, oh so slowly or scamper by
Refuge in momentary awareness of presence
Refuge in smiles on faces
Voices in connections
That evaporates momentarily
The weight on my heart
Refuge in the day to day tasks
Both mundane and stimulating
Refuge in seeing my broken places
And putting out the welcome mat
Refuge in the hour glass of my life emptying
And knowing that I don't know
Where I will take off when it's done emptying
Yet it will be well, all Well
—Jean Lopez
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