A poem by Joyce Rupp:
A simple container
has spoken
in my solitude,
a teacher
and bringer of wisdom
whispering truths
of an indwelling God
in the container
of my soul
hearkening to
my hidden ability
to be filled
and to pour
from a life
of abundance
reminding me
of necessary boundaries
for nurturing
the sacred space
within me
inviting me
to sip often from
the Divine wellspring,
source that slakes
my spiritual thirst
calling to me
like a seed
in the soil:
believe believe believe
in the power
that is present
in the life
that is possible
"I have called you by name,
You are mine...
You are precious in my sight,
and honored, and I love you"
~Is 43:1,4~
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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