Found this poem
13 Apr 2009 Leave a Comment
in leadership, poetry, spiritual life
A friend of mine posted this poem on her facebook page, and it has been on my mind since then. I sometimes struggle in ministry with doing things to please people or doing things to get affirmation… instead of BEING, and simply BEING FAITHFUL. I know and understand in my mind that ministry is definitely NOT about pleasing people, and that the motivation is twisted if it’s a motivation to get affirmation. But, ugh! I am so human! I pray that this prayer becomes part of my spiritual DNA.
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Deliver me, Jesus –
from the desire of being loved
from the desire of being honored
from the desire of being praised
from the desire of being preferred to others
from the desire of being consulted
from the desire of being approved
from the fear of being humiliated
from the fear of being despised
from the fear of suffering rebuke
from the fear of being forgotten
from the fear of being wrong
from the fear of being suspected
And Jesus, grant me the grace to desire
that others might be loved more than I
that others might be esteemed more than I
that in the opinion of the world, others may increase and I may decrease
that others may be chosen and I set aside
that others may be praised and I unnoticed
that others may be preferred to me in everything
that others may become holier than I, provided that I become as holy as I should.
The Labyrinth
01 Sep 2008 Leave a Comment
in nature, poetry, spiritual life
Grass, leaves, dry ground
Stones and winding path
Sun on my face, gentle breeze through my fingers
The crunch beneath my feet
Birds chirping, sirens sound four blocks away
Shoes off, bare feet on the path
Turn toward the center, down a little hill
Shady spot beckons
Keep walking, now turning away from the center
Children laugh, bees buzz, a dog barks
Back up the hill and around another bend
Now in the center, time to pause
The way back out, still winding
Sounds of life all around
But I’ve been to my center
I am still there
I’ve walked all the turns in the path
And I am ready now
The Sin in Freedom
19 Apr 2008 1 Comment
in poetry, spiritual life
Pawing at the surface
Pushing, clamoring, tearing away
Determination more than panic
Sore with the effort
Ropes around my shoulders
Cold ankle chains
Too weak to hold back passion
“It is for freedom…”
Love has set me free
I will move
I will speak
I will ask
I will sing
This is no sin
The sin was in the chains