I greet the day as I am,
with all my faults and frailties.

Opening myself to the flow of power
I become a river, a tree, a lightning rod;

what pours through is life.

 

 

10 Responses

  1. Spirit will use anything, anybody, any place, any way to get the job done. With life pouring through, faults and frailties don’t matter. Glad to be a part of it all.

  2. I appreciate your weekly poems, Don. They resonate so with my personal spiritual practice. And this poem especially. Thank you.

    It expands and adds facets to another of my favorite practice lines. Rilke’s “May what I do flow through me like a river, no forcing and no holding back.”

    I haven’t figured out how to send an occasional poem from your blog to mine, but would love to do so.

  3. Thank you, Don, for this beautiful simplicity with which to start my day. Talk about power!

  4. Great, Don!….at the least, all of us commentors are in agreement with these words…..Companions of Honour, may we be.

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