Mend my life!

Really beautiful light coming in the windows this past weekend. Light that reminded me so much of dark nights always giving way to the morning. That is a picture of hope - the defining feature of this season, the defining characteristic of moving from no God to deity in a manger. Light pushes in when we are still asleep and bends around everything in front of it to capture as much as it can in its glow. “Hope is chasing us.” I have hope in the tenderness of the Voice I hear in the silence when I have nothing left to give or say or do or pretend to be. It is feeble, but it is there. 

Psalm 73

 Whom have I in heaven but you?

    And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
26 My flesh and my heart may fail,
    but God is the strength of my heart
    and my portion forever.

Questions. Rituals.

 David Whyte reads "Sometimes"

SOMETIMES
by David Whyte

Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the forest,
breathing
like the ones
in the old stories,
who could cross
a shimmering bed of leaves
without a sound,
you come to a place
whose only task
is to trouble you
with tiny
but frightening requests,
conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.
Requests to stop what
you are doing right now,
and
to stop what you
are becoming
while you do it,
questions
that can make
or unmake
a life,
questions
that have patiently
waited for you,
questions
that have no right
to go away.