View from my window with cancer: OR Sickness Unto Life
Just imagine/ my perennial failure and refusal to/ inhabit God/ I don’t mean go to church/ or lead church/ or dictate spirit/ I mean/ indwell/ and dwell in/ the Living/ Loving God/ Maybe my failure to do so/ Invites God to inhabit my life/ and the only way to get/ my full attention/ because I just won’t be/ still/ with God/ the only way to make me/ stop and look/ is a form of something/ I once…
Just imagine/
my perennial failure and refusal to/
inhabit God/
I don’t mean go to church/
or lead church/
or dictate spirit/
I mean/
indwell/
and dwell in/
the Living/
Loving God/
Maybe my failure to do so/
Invites God to inhabit my life/
and the only way to get/
my full attention/
because I just won’t be/
still/
with God/
the only way to make me/
stop and look/
is a form of something/
I once called affliction/
until I realized/
the holy version of life/
is that every crisis/
sickness/
betrayal/
disaster/
failure/
is God’s best opportunity/
for a new life of love/
a golden sun setting last chance/
all over again and again/
to begin all over again/
There are days/
when we remember/
that we have been loved/
by giants/
and such love/
is sustaining/
no matter where/
how far/
or long/
or harrowing/
our /
way/
There are days/
when we remember/
that we have been loved/
by giants/
and such love/
is sustaining/
no matter where/
how far/
or long/
or harrowing/
our /
way/
When I consider/
the gifts of so may givers/
I consider the price of those gifts/
Wonder how long it takes to learn/
Generosity/
of spirit/
generosity/
of heart/
the kind of generosity that breaks the/
chains of bondage/
and gives our bedraggled/
beleaguered/
souls/
wings/
to go on
When I consider/
the gifts of so may givers/
I consider the price of those gifts/
Wonder how long it takes to learn/
Generosity/
of spirit/
generosity/
of heart/
the kind of generosity that breaks the/
chains of bondage/
and gives our bedraggled/
beleaguered/
souls/
wings/
to go on
Some days/
The only way home/
Is to be carried/
To trust/
That we are wrapped/
In God’s great big/
receiving blanket/
and that as it has always been/
we can rest/
and be carried/
to love/ the ultimate/
home
Some days/
The only way home/
Is to be carried/
To trust/
That we are wrapped/
In God’s great big/
receiving blanket/
and that as it has always been/
we can rest/
and be carried/
to love/ the ultimate/
home
I am not exactly sure
where true beauty lodges
in the external world rife with sorrow or
in my own internal landscape
infinite
malleable
and subterranean
it seems the inner landscape
that’s neglected
and left to wildness now find me
the gardeners tools of art and play
of spigot turned to let grief and joy
rush in and out
that’s the game for me
I am not exactly sure
where true beauty lodges
in the external world rife with sorrow or
in my own internal landscape
infinite
malleable
and subterranean
it seems the inner landscape
that’s neglected
and left to wildness now find me
the gardeners tools of art and play
of spigot turned to let grief and joy
rush in and out
that’s the game for me
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