“Let the tree alone for one more year,
until I dig around it and put manure on it.
If it bears fruit next year, well and good…”
—Luke 13.8-9
God, your judgment
is not punishment but mercy,
what nourishes me,
even if it comes in disruption,
and having to deal with some shit.
Holy One,
how are you digging around
in the soil of my soul?
What are you disturbing?
Loosening? Unearthing?
Give me patience to abide,
and wisdom to attend.
Show me how I might be nurtured
by the crap I endure.
Your will is not to punish or to test,
but to enrich the soil of my heart
so I may grow in trust and generosity,
and bear the fruit of your love.
In all things, God, feed my soul.
__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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