If I take the wings of the morning
and settle at the farthest limits of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me fast.
Sometimes it’s actually good
to settle at the farthest limits of the sea,
where there is nothing but God’s presence.
Free of all requirements or expectations,
removed from “what we’re worth”—
there is the sacred worth of our being, apart from our doing.
Sabbath is not a prohibition— can’t do this, can’t do that—
but freedom—freedom from what’s asked of us,
freedom from being identified by what we do,
or even how we’re doing,
freedom to simply be—
and finding there God’s gracious accompaniment.
The farthest limits of the sea.
I’m going to take the wings of morning
and take a vacation from Unfolding Light for a couple weeks.
In my absence from this work we both
will find God’s presence.
Look for it.
June 4, 2021