When I wrote about the tension between being fully present in the moment on this day in response to the prayer “Give us this day our daily bread”, I could not help but think of this poem I wrote some time ago, about the pull and tension I felt in a time of transition in my life.
In such moments, it can be hard to truly live into the moment, accepting the present as a gift and embracing the possibilities all around you.
May these words help you find that path in your own life.
Your progressive redneck preacher,
Upon a spiders web you hang
Only a breath away from falling
So the prophet-seer said.
And so I am
Caught in winds
Winds of what was
And what may be
To all that lays below and around
Be they the prophets’ consuming flames
Or jagged rocks with knife like edge
Or surging waves swallowing my soul
Into unceasing storm
Or upon freshly greening soil
A shedding of all the certainties
Which I wrap around myself
To warm my trembling form
Like so many tattered rags
The death of all my expectations
So this seed may fall away
And I spring up
Into possibilities undreamed.