Sweet Father of lights,
I wake and your light leads me.
I drink in your words like I methodically and carefully consume my coffee.
Here, in this mess of a life, your faithfulness astounds and confounds me.
I process and push back and even there your light leads me.
I chew on your words, no, I drink your words like a new infant who spits most of it back up.
Here, with my "prone to wander heart" I find your love chasing me, steading me like each movement of the waves.
I walk upstream against the forceful fear and it's your light that's enticing me.
I open my hands, I open my ears, I open my heart and the prayers of my sisters go up.
Here on this shoe-taking off holy ground I feel my wings unfurl.
I think and mull and talk and here your light enlightens me.
I open my soul, I risk the wild vulnerability and your assurance comes.
And here, here in my common, ordinary life, I am assured of your goodness, of your otherness.
And my heart is still.
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