When I woke up this morning, I was thinking of words of poetry about morning. Words like awake, observed, welcomed and others appeared on my mind’s palette. I opened my blog and found this gift from Thelma that spoke words I was looking for to start the day. It was a totally serendipitous moment after reading Father Richard Rohr’s meditation about being our true, authentic self. At a retreat on Bainbridge Island (what a breath-taking place) with familiar strangers based on some of Parker Palmer’s writing and work, this is an amazing way to begin the day. Thank you.
AND NOW IT IS JUST ME
And now, It Is Just Me
I woke up this morning,
I looked all around,
I beheld my environment,
I got out of my bed and bent
my knees to pray,
For you see,
For now, it is just me,
Jesus,
I know that I first should be thankful
about things,
I know that I should start
this communication giving you
thanks and praise,
So help me because,
Now, it is just me,
I do not understand how predicaments
seem to be assigned or some how
unfortunately come to be encountered,
But I know that I have had my share,
And finally,
From them,
I am bewildered,
Tossed,
Lost,
And exhausted,
Let me not forget to admit in
danger and in a state of crisis,
Since it is just me,
I know that you do not mind and
understand my sincere tears and
soul…
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