Search and Work

Search and work

Search the depths of your life experience

for revelations of the sacred

Maybe they are ordinary

Maybe they are unnoticed

God is always working for us to find him

Is he beyond my comprehension?

I have to observe silence and be attentive.

With my human frailty I have to work harder

Not only in prayer but in faith

Selfishness and pride in spiritual ventures of disguises

Are difficult to discard without grace.

It’s a feast to plant and to harvest

With divine help.

At the end of day

I wipe sweat on my forehead

Thanking the Lord for the work done.

Little miracles

It’s the stillness that we observe

Because we feel intolerance of waiting

We bounce like a ball, one silliness to another

Not unlike a series of romantic interludes

 

While rafting in white waters

We can be swept from one swirl to another

Racing the heart perilously close to scare

Before finding a sweet flow of comfort.

 

We fall silent once more

Attend to the present

Embracing the moment

We arrive at reality.

 

We mistake our will, it’s power, as savior to attainment

Once ignorant we discover achievement, knowledge

We forget limits to our powerful striving

Little miracles carry us over the last hurdle.

 

Every step carries a gift of gratitude

Every step an act of praise

Where all our bewilderment come from

Where we bring our final homage.

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