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
Enough
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.
Weaving Threads...
(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.
I was going to leave a comment, but it ended up being a whole post in response to this beautiful poem and image.
ReplyDeleteHaha! A post within the post...that is no problem. :)
ReplyDeleteThomas R. Kelly, the author of 'A Testament of Devotion' wrote a whole chapter on 'The Holy Center'
ReplyDeleteit was my favorite chapter of the book i think....
beautiful...
ahhh them Quakers...
I just came back and saw you've posted a link to my story. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteWhen I started to leave that comment the other morning, I was also going to say that I thought about you while I was eating my breakfast that morning, and it made me slow down and be more mindful.
And also that your drawing up there is very much in the style of my doodling. I can't draw deliberately, but I love to doodle. It's very stream of consciousness, soothing and therapeutic.