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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