How much time do we spend
warding off chance, each fork in the road a convergence,
a possible head wound to a carefully maintained
worldview–our easy chair.

Where is the courage in this?
One avoidance after another
Until the door is locked and we are
going nowhere.

Should we hope for convergences
Welcome surprises
Risk such prayer?

Like asking to be used
In each moment,
Open to a Presence
yearning for completion
of what we cannot yet know,
chaotic creative energy
constantly stirring the pot
upsetting the status quo,
urging out of the familiar.

We are always bumping into something
Why fight it?
Why not stand in the dangerous
aliveness of this tension
and be stretched?

*Inspired by Carole Wageman, The Light Shines Through

Leave a Reply