It seems its only job is to thwart me,
that illness that shrivels my strength to a crinkly rose petal
that neighbor whose threats break down doors into may past
where I once huddled shivering
that job that presses like a spring gale
always wanting more.
But when I call on the Beloved
I see. . .
a life of beauty shaped by the pressure
of those very counterweights.
The illness teaches me to be honest.
The neighbor reminds me where love is.
The job transforms all work into service.
Like the weightlifter pressing barbells
droplets of sweat form on the brow
as the muscles strengthen.
So when I want to curse
the pain, frustration, boredom and despair
I turn and instead say
Thank you!
beautiful!
YES!!! All burdens become blessings and springboards into inspiration and even serve as opportunities for newly honored and sublimely penetrating levels of surrender when *viewed* through the ubiquitous grace and mercy of our Beloved. It’s immensely humbling to simply recognize the peerless measure of His ever-present love! Thank you for sharing your story Lesley! It’s spiritually invigorating to witness the intimacy of your *experience*.
Beautifully said, Bobby, and so true. The perfection of creation awes me to no end.
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She sings it so well, Tim. Thank you! Brings tears to my eyes.
And thank YOU, Lesley, and Tim, and Bobby, and Alanis.
Everything that rattles our cages the Beloved sends as opportunity for reflection and then liberation! yee-ha!
Your written words struck me today—-so very nice!!!
It was the perfect cherry on the sunday of a Satsang just shared with a friend, thank you!
Beautiful!
Such a beautiful expression of where to place our attention in all circumstances and not to fear that which is only momentarily unknown to us and is also a part of us, but how would we know if not remembering The Beloved within who casts all shadows aside revealing the Divine kernel within.
As always thank you sweet wordsmith (yes you Lesley)…:-)
Thank you…..says it all…in the perfect time needed…..❤️