I woke up on my pen and Rock and this is what I’d dreamed:
“Book and Rock and Rock and Book, you walk hand in hand.”
Specifically
Dear Interceptor – I mean, Intercessor:
I am glad for the wise counsel that you seek – I mean, that you provide.
Please reveal to me your purpose in life – I mean my purpose in life.
As you can imagine, it is a challenge to be in this position.
I know at some point things will be less hard – or should I expect that it won’t?
A Prayer For Our Path
May we hold hands through the anger.
May we embrace instead of gnash.
May we cultivate The Future.
As we walk along This path.
The Practice
I began determined, led.
I looked square into the eyes of it.
I breathed steadily, deeply and without labor.
It invigorated my body -challenging my muscles, my mind.
It did not scare me,
It soothed my mind.
It did not hurt.
I finished and did not cry.
I came without discipline and left convicted.
Living Water
As the water flowed into my morning cup
-the water I once regarded as onerous-
I found myself eager for it to reach the top.
So that I could drink it down, taste it, let it refresh and heal me.
The flow was so pretty, I thought about letting it run over the top so that others could see what I had.
I entered a moment
Where I’d said all I wanted
Where I’d heard all I wanted
Where the static cleared
Where I thought “Thy Will be done”
I noticed the rain stopped
Jousting With Wisdom
Wisdom, how shall I deal with it?
It’s brave and of strong back, and oft’ times messy-sweet.
I must exhaust it beckoning, “Come forth with one more feat!”
A Dear Sir Letter on Wisdom
Dear Sir,
I’d wait a lifetime and on deathbed say yes, than go rushing where only fools reel.
Faith, Love & Hope
Faith, that perseveres with truth – despite my uncertainty – I will honor you.
Love that speaks friendship – even into the wee hours of my consciousness – I will take your hand.
Hope, that pursues me in peace – though I slumber – I will cherish you.
Haiku on Journeys
Whatever you are
Moving with purpose and truth
I’ll never cry stop
