“We played the flute for you, and you did not dance;
we wailed, and you did not mourn.”
—Matthew 11.17
A sower went out to sow,
and some seeds fell on the path…
—Mathew 13.3
Not my own song,
insistent in my head,
but yours
may I hear,
and harmonize.
Not my purposes
for which I’ve already laid out a path,
but your fruit
flourishing in me
may I receive
and let root.
You are singing.
You are sowing.
Help me listen.
Help me receive.
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Breath prayer: Receiving … you
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—July 10, 2017