Divine Spring,
welling up from darkness,
life-giving flow,
sometimes I need to go down
the steep weedy bank,
get down on hands and knees
under the brambles
and clear out the rubble,
dead things, even
the living stones
blocking the energy
flowing through me.
But—my, my—
no matter how clogged I am
you flow anyway,
unceasing, clear,
carrying me beyond me.
To choose to be taken….
Open me
to flow with the Spirit
you pour out in me.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
May 24, 2021