What an interesting poem. The double meaning is what caught my attention. As a disciple, a learner, a pupil, I’m constantly being taught by life and by God. I especially get an education in storms. If I pay attention, it’s an understanding that spiritual eyes take in. The supernatural expansion of the pupils that allows…
Here, you’ll experience human love, service, care, concern, kindness. Not as often as we’d like but it does happen. Yet, underlying all that is a level of self. Do you understand what I’m alluding to? The ever-present part of us that can’t help but think of ourselves not even for a microsecond. Ok, let’s say…
This was the poem/prayer I composed at 3 am this morning. It would have been so much easier to have converted from human flesh to a spiritual vessel, at the point of being born again. But that didn’t happen. So, here I am, still stuck in this flesh. It’s a constant reminder of the weakness…