Every experience is a journey in spirit. A poem by my friend Mary Johnston illustrates this perfectly.
My Lesson from Boston
There was a terrorist attack at my front door today
The bomb was constructed meticulously with wires of worry and angst over all that had to be done in a day
The explosive fuel chosen carefully, an attitude of ungratefulness refined by thoughts of wanting all obligations to vanish in a puff of smoke
The timer, my own clock, the one I fight with daily, the false idea that it can solve problems if I had more
Tic…tic…tic
The day lies before me
The choice is mine
I am about to go for a jog on a beautiful morning
But the clock is ticking and the bomb is poised to go off
Spewing its effects, barren of love, across my day and throughout my house
Removing laughter and joy and peace
I go inside myself to find the dismantling tools
He hands them to me before I can even speak
A river of gratefulness rushes into every corner of my mind, and I am humbled by the recognition of every Divine gift in my life
The bomb is dismantled
There will be no little explosions snapping at my children or shrapnel flying into my ex’s back, or smoke clouding my inner light and His brilliance all around me
Every bit of work, every obligation to family and friends and myself colored in calm, peace and acceptance
Only the soft breeze of love can be felt behind my words today, fanned by His awesome Grace of gratitude
Such a beautiful expression in alchemizing a would be tragedy into a sublime point of view. It takes a lover of The Divine Beloved to see in this way. Mary has got that vison.
Thank you for sharing this Lesley so others may see as well.
Much Love…:-) <3
Thank you, Logan. What you say is true. Our love of the Beloved transforms all, and this poem illustrates that perfectly. Thank you for being, dear friend.
In a week I will be in Boston. I will see the outer effects of a bomber’s inner angst, but I will remember Mary’s beautiful ability to put this event safely in Love’s pocket. We are all terrorists and we are all recipients of our own explosive handiwork. Mary quickly redirected our perspective and energy where it belongs — inward — to find its lessons. Thank you for posting this, Lesley. It is simply beautiful.
So beautifully said, Rudy. In fact, what you said is exactly why I was so moved to publish Mary’s poem. Whenever we are separate from the Beloved we become both the terrorist and the victim. When I truly know the severity of this equation I am driven ever more into His arms. Have a wonderful trip to Boston!
Wow Lesley, Mary did an incredible job of channeling the Divine in this poem about a terrorist attack in just going out our front door! The way in which she wove an actual attach that just happened in her city to one that happens in our minds everyday is a gift of channeling to us all! Thank you for sharing her incredible poem!
You are welcome, Michael. What touched me about this was how personal was her experience. As I come to see that all on the outer has something to show me, I find I can transform my world with a mere shift of my attention to the inner love, just as Mary did here. We are so fortunate!
Really love this. Thanks for sharing Mary Johnston’s poem.
Time can be such a buzz kill, constantly pressuring us.
Never thought of it as a bomb about to explode, yet how often it does!
The mind using it to offer its musts, shoulds, oughts, should’ves, why didn’ts, pushing us forward, pulling us back, willing to kill our bliss, tensing us physically & emotionally.
Great metaphor, and shifting of attention making “recognition is enough” ring so true, and the dismantling is immediate.
To live from within in each moment, unconcerned for the next or the previous, is true freedom. In the now is the love and power and wisdom and joy, which the Beloved always has as our banquet.