Friday, July 31, 2020

Forefinger and thumb

Forefinger and thumb

Every time I think I am firmly on the path
You shake the ground out from under me;

devise a way to push me over the edge.
Learn to live empty-handed, You say,

utterly helpless.  There’s not one
square inch of holy ground

in this world upon which to stand.
Hold on to Me.  Only Me.

O Lord, what have I to do
in all of existence but fall

into Your arms and yet I grasp
at every straw that might prevent it.

O child of God, pray for the day your whole world will fit
inside the perfect circle made by His forefinger and thumb.

                                  (from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)

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