long bike rides
peaches and time–
lots of leisurely time
to enjoy moments
or problems to solve.
Then the rain we needed came
to put out the fires
along with the restrictions we needed
to keep us all safe.
News kept coming
from Haiti and Afghanistan
I move too fast
knock things over.
I hope the evening’s contemplative group
will snap me out of the funk I’m in.
“Would anyone like to share anything?”
I shake my head.
Then I do.
I sense that
God is with me
in the swirling.
I want summer back.
I crawl into bed and play Scrabble on my phone
until I can’t keep my eyes open.
But I don’t fall asleep.
I wonder if I’ve let God down again
a gentle voice I know so well.
“You’ve had a hard day.”
The next morning. I can’t pray
and, I promised the family that just lost their son that I would.
I open my emails to find a poem
that tells me all my words are prayers.
I can’t stop my mind from thinking about
what I have to do,
what I should have done,
what I did.
Then I remember something someone said,
“When my mind gets on the crazy train,
I say to myself,
‘Come home, Sweetheart.'”
“Come home, Sweetheart,” God says.
“All your words are prayers.
I’m right here.
You’ve had a hard day.”
Is there even a little bit of love? That’s me. I’m with you. I’m there for you. Always.
Unseen, but never letting go, right here. Keep the faith.
–from “Postcards from God” by Steve Garnaas-Holmes,
Unfolding Light, August 27, 2021
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I am grateful for the love mischief of Melody Owen, who led a SoulStream contemplative group on September 1, Steve Garnaas-Holmes for his poem “Everything you’ve said” published September 2, 2021, and Cheryl Richardson for her insights at the Tapping World Summit 2021. Thank you for helping us come home to Love.