Feb 10, 2009 11:51
I'm broken, lost, despairing, clawing for the higher vestiges of spirit, stuck in the mud screaming, desperately crying, screaming for hope. And faith in Godde and people.
I've lost the focus. And I don't know how it happened.
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Life shouldn't feel like happy motions, it should radiate from within. I want to radiate. I miss that, and feel lost with out it, without knowing the presence of Godde is there (even though she/he is).
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how hard, sometimes to find... to find our way back in to that garden... that holy place of rest and quiet knowing of Godde and of ourselves...
or, I guess that maybe, that hush and quietness and integrity may come, through little unseen acts of grace and love... those telling-no-one acts of gentle kindness... an hour with an elderly neighbour... the press of a hand on a lonely hand... or other little expressions like that...
the realities of love, and the quietening of our busy spirits as we find return to kindness and reality...
which ever way - and I guess the ways are various - I do hope you find some quiet space and refuge and hushed sanctuary...
and mya Godde be with you, always holding you, and seeing the whole and loveliness of who you are
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I will continue to seek the sanctuary.
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