I did not know that I could feel real joy from unseen cause - I had not let my mind be still with clever thought on pause. I could not hear beyond my wants, my fantasies and fears - I did not sense the present peace for striving, strain and tears. I had not touched the heart of faith for I lacked humble poise - I could not take the emptiness below self’s faulty noise. I had not held the offered hope of imager, our role, but then the good news force of truth was poured into my soul. And now I taste true gratitude the more I cease to steer - in yielding up the reigns to God it's alright to be here.
A ditty from Wiltshire, England, 2.2.22