In the
center –
of life,
prayer,
and
pretty much
all of
creation –
there is
the divine;
not an
otherworldly being
of
frightening proportions;
but an
ocean
of gentle
waves,
rocking
us toward
the
places where
we catch
glimpses
of the
marvelous vessels
of grace
we've been
created
to become.
We really
can't swim
or paddle
there.
Floating
is all there is;
resting
in this ocean's
rhythmic
respiration;
jettisoning
the baggage
of ego
and pride;
ears
tuned
to the
wind's song;
trusting that we’ll arrive
in Kairos
– when the time is right.
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