Longing is a liar
close kin to Coveting
a deprecated religious word
meaning there’s something I want
want enough so it bothers me
bothers me enough to distract me
distract me from what’s before me
right now:
the opportunity to live and act
fully
undistracted
dw
If it were the end of days,
I’d say:
Let’s do this,
See what God begins next.
Let’s do it together,
See how God loves
from the very next beginning
To the never-ending end.
dw
Grieving goes only
where Brave is willing
Brave is alone
trusting
It feels alone
dw
Straining to hear
is not better
than listening
quietly
knowing
the answer will come
I try to tell myself
dw
If I did not believe in God I think I would be bound in conscience to become an anarchist. Yet, if I did not believe in God, I wonder if I could have the consolation of being bound in conscience to do anything.
Thomas Merton, No Man is an Island, “Conscience, Freedom, and Prayer”
Conscience is the soul of freedom, it eyes, its energy, its life. Without conscience, freedom never knows what to do with itself. And a rational being who does not know what to do with [their self] finds the tedium of life unbearable. [They are] literally bored to death.
I’ve been stuck
Trying to find my voice
To hear it in the clamor of the others
Droning on about scandalous politics
Whining about the downfall of society
What people stoop to to pick up a buck
A pile of which will make them free
Free from something
I don’t know what
Not free from puzzling out
How to spend the next minute
I’ve been stuck
not wanting to say all that
Or just that
Because there is more to say
I know there is
If I can just listen for that voice
Still and small
Telling me to speak and act
Freely and truly
There it is
Could that be Conscience?
Grace and peace to you…
dw
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