Month: July 2025

Underneath It All

Supported.

Sitting on my cushion, I am held up exactly as strongly as I am down pressed. I can feel you, Lord, lifting me up where I could sink. Balance.

The door I am trying to open, is there the same equality of forces? Does it hold to itself, while I pull, so that it does not fly open?

I worry about sinking as I walk the meadow, yet you lift me up and keep my feet on this broad path.

❖

You, your arms, underneath it all: lifting up, even as I am pressed down.

– from the mountain

Consider:

Can I feel where I am supported, even by the world?

Reading:

“I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness, the astonishing light of your own being.”

— Hafiz

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Quiet Work

Its own reward.

Overnight storms have left the field in disarray. I am up early, repairing and clearing debris.

Let me work along the margins, Lord, and finish before even the others come. Let them wonder who helped.

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No Reproach

All are loved, even me.

In the past, with all the wreckage of memory, was I imperfect. Ill, trying to get well. What regrets do I now owe?

You reproach nothing you have healed, Lord.

❖

Today’s new sun and fresh beginnings are almost too much to bear.

Grant me acceptance of all this grace.

– from the mountain

Consider:

Can I truly believe and accept your grace, Lord?

Reading:

“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo.

“So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

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Sweeping

Devotion in all things.

Today I sweep the floors of my dwelling. Once I begin, there is more and ever more to do. Will the floor ever be perfectly clean?

There is always an imperfection. Do I then give up?

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