We have an easement
through these lower worlds
to our Home.
But we must claim
our right of passage.
We must maintain this inner road
protect it from erosion
from false demands.
That surly neighbor
may try to block access
but remember
the Beloved grants free passage.
Any moment we love that Power
the way becomes clear.
🙂
What a blessing we have to trust and believe what we have in him.
So true, Lawrence. My life changed completely when began trusting and it continues to blossom. 🙂
I love your poetry- so profound and truly inspired. Your photographs capture the very essence of your words. Divinely perfect!
Thank you, Kelley. That is kind of you. I do my best to listen inside and bring forth what comes. So happy you enjoy it!
Your life is a picture of how the “easement” through life works. This poem is the perfect outflow of the full right of passage to our True Home. As always, it is articulately stated with grace and precision, and a sweet lesson neatly wrapped.
The Beloved is really testing me on how much I believe in that “full right of passage,” Rudy, and that’s where this came from. Thank you for deepening the contemplation yet more for me.