Often when the load increases,
And tribulation never ceases,
We’re tempted just to throw it down
And in our pity state to drown.
It’s at these times we must recall
That everyone needs grace to fall,
And there are hands to help us bear
Our heavy burdens everywhere.
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Life lived with Spirit
Takes many wonderful forms.
Make space for each one.
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We all share this place,
Yet we all act like it’s ours.
Leave space for others.
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Your story isn’t mine,
But I think that is fine.
I say God speaks in ev’ry tongue,
Those near and far; the old and young;
The atheist and Hindu, too;
Christian, Muslim, Pagan, Jew;
With each, I feel a grace is shared
And aspects of the Truth are bared.
I feel there’s much we all could learn
If everyone could have their turn.
If we make space for all to live,
We also grant that all may give.
This doesn’t mean we will agree,
Or that all is futility.
It is, however, best that we
Allow for everyone to Be.
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What you know is yours.
It can’t be taken from you.
Share and enjoy it.
It’s frightening for me to share
My work, my words, myself laid bare
Yet I know I simply must
A gesture of my faith and trust
For all of this world’s troubles lie
In our refusal to even try
How can I ask for openness
If I’m concealing my own mess?
No, even though it scares me so
My fullest self I have to show
For if I want this world to be
Better, it must start with me.