It’s as if what is unbreakable--
the very pulse of life--waits for
everything else to be torn away,
and then in the bareness that
only silence and suffering and
great love can expose, it dares
to speak through us and to us.
It seems to say, if you want to last,
hold on to nothing. If you want
to know love, let in everything.
If you want to feel the presence
of everything, stop counting the
things that break along the way
I serve at a Prayer Healing Room. Now the concept is that I pray for others, but I wasn't fit to do so last evening and should have not been there at all. Nothing engaged. My head was so full of my stuff, along with other things including an allergies flair-up that I am fighting, that God did not show up in me. His presence was all around me in the others in the room, I could see it and feel it, but I only had one brief moment when He settled on me.
The first paragraph of Nepo's writing presented to us today spells out exactly what was going on. I could have not said it any better.
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