The Flood came and drenched my soul
In His ink of water and love, God scrawled Beauty across my heart
Words picked carefully from my throat and placed on my tongue
Sufficiently patched for the ineffable
Anchor this belly of Knowing
Deplore if you must
Instead seek my Life and my Breath
This Flood I long to Live
Deep in the center
Drawing 2.5 x 3.5, pen.
Yesterday, as I scarfed down my breakfast, I laughed out loud in the moment I caught myself. Why was I in such a rush? Why am I trying so hard to impress God? 'Twas as if I am a little girl jumping up and down, waving my arms, shouting, "God! Look at me!! LOOK at me!! Tell me how cool I am! Look how busy I am! Busy...busy...busy...!"
I wish I could say I pulled myself Center and ate the rest of my breakfast in Mindfulness. I didn't. The eggs were still inhaled and dishes thrown in the sink. But I kept laughing at myself. It was the only thing that made sense at that moment.
(A note added since my original post this morning.)
One word from my poem sparked a fire in Susan from the Whole Blooming World. Please experience her poetic storytelling HERE.