Before You the whole world is like a speck that tips the scales, like a drop of morning dew that falls on the ground. But You are merciful to all, You who can do all things, You who overlook our falling short, so we may repent. For You love all things that exist, and detest no thing You have ever made, for you would not have made anything if you had hated it. How would anything have endured if You had not willed it? Or how would anything not called forth by You have been preserved? You spare all things, for they are Yours, Most Holy, You who love the living.
With places to go and needs all around, how are you most likely to be found?
some are runners, others are reservoirs,
Both are necessary.
Once a conductor of motion and sound,
at another time and place,
I am now intent on being still, becoming a holding space.
My running days long-gone,
it is a slower current I seek—
There are others, thanks be,
nimble, fresh, and ready to run,
who are eager to turn possibilities into projects.
Yet, we all crave refreshment,
re-sourcing from creativity’s font—
a well of mercy to make us well.
At the center of our being is Being itself, and in this we are ultimately sustained and come to know ourselves as we truly are. -Cynthia Bourgeault
In all our coming and going—
days of doing, demanding, desiring—
how on earth do we stay well-grounded?
And how do we get ourselves back, body and soul,
from NEXT to NOW, from THERE to HERE,
from THAT into THIS?
In any moment, our first act is simply being,
being present, being now (not then), being here (not there),
being this (not that). Might this be true purpose of prayer?
When we present ourselves to life,
the moment expands to let us see
we what we can do, where we might go, and who life calls us to be.
While there is much to do,
We are not here to do.
Under the want to problem-solve
Is the need to being-solve. -Mark Nepo
With each breath, practice being,
every sigh breathing attitude into action
in a singular desire to dissolve into NOW! HERE! THIS!
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion -T. S. Eliot
May you clear a way
at least once a day
to pause, to rest, and to restore.
And may you hold open a holding space,
in this tempest-tossed time,
for the ones who have no choice but to be on the run.
A Note of Thanks
After twelve amazing years on the staff of JustFaith Ministries, I have retired from full-time employment.
My heartfelt thanks to all of you who have followed and shared Still In the Storm over its five years and nearly two hundred posts. This blog site will be retired in July, 2016.
Copies of the Still In the Storm publication are available through JustFaith Books and Videos: http://justfaith.org/shop/
Those willing to continue exploring “engaged presence” with me will be prompted in July to follow my new blog:
In the Storm Still.
With a grateful heart,