We are immersed in time,
In space, in life, in Light.
Height by height we climb,
Hoping to get our dreams in sight.
A wheel of endless searching,
Til the turning’s made to cease.
Why waste the journey lurching
To and from each false release?
Why not savor every cycle,
Resting in the peace of now?
Life’s too short to trifle with
Or squander anyhow.
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I can’t convey
The subtle way
The Spirit guides me every day.
Through child’s play
Or quiet rays
Of sunshine dripping down in May,
Whether gray
Or bright and gay,
That gentle voice is here to stay
And
I’m
Okay.
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The trees sway or stand
Depending upon the wind.
Adapting to Now.
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Be careful not to trade away
Your time for “being” every day.
The price is high, the cost is dear,
To not be present while you’re here.
Riches will avail you not
When former days by you are sought,
For at Life’s end, you’ll never say,
“Damn! I lived my life away!”
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What does all this mean to me?
I cannot answer easily.
Sometimes I live by second-hopping,
Or in chunks of days, not stopping.
Regardless of my presence state,
The fact I’m here I can’t debate.
So what remains is to decide
The way in which I will abide.
“What” falls short in my own head.
“How” is what I’d ask instead.
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In Christ I see
Who I’m to be.
He shows me how
To matter now.
When I am lost,
By error tossed,
I see He’s here,
The Spirit, near.
Perhaps your way
Is not to pray,
And such belief
Just brings you grief.
To you I say
That that’s okay.
Just try to find
What peace of mind
Will set you free
To love and be.
