The ideal expressed in this poem is, for me, aspirational at best, and yet I feel, now more than ever, that it is actually possible. It may be a good thing to look to as we approach the Holy Fast. As always, take it if it works, or leave it if it doesn’t.

Invitation

Ah! Bide a wee, beloved one, and live as lilies do.

Withdraw your will from the wealth of worldly woe

With its endless demands for empathy,

Its crises marching past for your convenient inspection,

And place it in My nail-printed palm.

Let Me loose it from false freedom’s fetters

And bind it freely to Myself,

No fear, no anguish needed to knit us near,

But trust in true love’s limitless longing

For fullness only found in Me.

Fear not to find your deep desire dead within My life,

For it will not be left to lie withering in the sun,

Nor will it cease from being what it was.

Together, we will polish it anew,

and name it with its true and holy name,

Bringing it, little by little, to brilliance,

That it might flood this age’s death-throes with the flame of undying peace.

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