This is a rerun of an earlier post, and it bears repeating. I’m currently waiting for my new book, Be Filled with Faith: Words of Well-Being to Strengthen Your Spirit (Blue Mountain Arts) to arrive at booksellers, and am also finishing up a new manuscript around the subject of Love. To top it off, I’ve taken a temporary job with the 2010 US Census, and am also manifesting a library for my tiny rural town. Didn’t want you to think I had sunk into an abyss of frustration or dormancy. Hardly! February has burst out of the gate like the thoroughbred month I know it is destined to be for me. It feels as though the energy is more potent than ever before, for those who truly are ready and willing to release old blocks and step into the lives they have always dreamed of.
I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know!
You approach the altar time and again
Only to retreat under the weight of your own misgivings,
Your feet falter, caught in the glue of ego and indecision
And you retreat once more into your lone and empty cell.
You know I’m not making this up!
You muster a weak smile for the woman on the sidewalk,
While those pesky concrete walls encircling your heart
Rise up repeatedly in triumphant separation,
Signs on every floor flash by in hypnotic contempt
Me, Them. Self, Other. Yes, No.
How often do you ache and preen in the name of Love
Yet push back the gentle beckonings even as Love calls your name?
Entangled in the thorns, you miss the scent of roses,
Steeped in old words and painful recollection,
Creation’s most rapturous melodies pass by unheard.
I am merely mentioning what you may have forgotten:
It is time again to listen.
To unloose your grasp on all that is dying
Sweep out the dust of disappointment and regret,
Wipe clean your soul’s windows of no-longer-useful residue
And surrender to the insistent Call that bears your name.
Have faith that all is safe now,
That you may take up the linoleum covering your spirit floor
And liberate the tender interior surfaces yearning to breathe deeply once more!
The light of your brilliance has reduced bushels to ashes;
What you have protected for so long is now ready to provide.
Take a moment to remember what may have slipped your mind:
In you rests a wondrous seed that can never be duplicated
A boundless capacity for passionate living
And a never-ending supply of unrestrained Love
It’s yours if you want it,
You are worthy, deserving…
…but surely, you already know that.