Thrown into the stream,

Now gushing waters toss my body through the rapids, the waterfalls,

And yet rocks, smoothed from the ages,

Ensure travel is unimpeded by pain,

Until eventually,

I am at the estuary of my life.

xxx

Now, in the ocean I am floating,

Searching for souls who will be in this community of love,

Which is now my life.

  

The early journey just a relevant past.

Surrounded, now it seems like it is complete,

Or at least more than beginning.

The love which I feel for others,

And the need to connect with them astounds my heart,

Jumping and leaping with each new connection,

Searching for empathy, each moment.

xxx

This ever-expanding universe is the one of which de Chardin talked,

Where grace is never lost, merely shared in every increasing portions,

Until I am finally surrounded by love on all sides.

xxx

Making it visible where sadness and pain reside;

Where the communities work lies waiting.

Surrounded, now it seems like it is complete,

Or at least more than beginning.

The love which I feel for others,

And the need to connect with them astounds my heart,

Jumping and leaping with each new connection,

Searching for empathy, each moment.

xxx

This ever-expanding universe is the one of which de Chardin talked,

Where grace is never lost, merely shared in every increasing portions,

Until I am finally surrounded by love on all sides.

xxx

Making it visible where sadness and pain reside;

Where the communities work lies waiting.

Read carefully,

I digested the scene set to me,

Savored the prose,

The adjectives,

And searched for the author’s intent;

As if success was knowledge.

XXX

When, suddenly, a voice called out for understanding;

And a search for the verse within me began.

The summer garden suns itself,

Slightly baked in the elevated warmth of three pm,

Displaying my whites to the point of translucency,

Yet making me smile as others skins turn brown without shade.

xxx

As I smile happily to all those passing.

Today, I am going to do this without a rope.

At some point I have to let go,

And trust this will happen,

Work out,

Leaving it in your hands.

xxx

But I so love my rope,

I can pull it in,

And let it out,

According to my desires,

Seemingly in control.

xxx

No, it has to go.

I need to say “I surrender to your will”,

Leaving my heart in your hands,

Saying the biggest YES I can muster.

And accepting the way forward.

xxx

Which will become clear if I let go.