Settling for
less
I see among
me restless ones,
Discontent
Yet
sometimes seeking.
Not quite
homeless
Not quite
hungry
Not at home
in their own pantry
in their own skin.
Who will not
settle for themselves
nor embrace the truth
nor receive hope offered
But still
will take a mess of pottage
And settle
for less.
Belly full
but
empty-souled
and empty- handed.
Will You Be
Willing?
Will you be
willing to follow
the tug of
your heart
to go where it beckons you?
Even if it
asks you to leave a life
That has
nurtured you
In a world
you have come to love?
Will you be
willing to commit your step
To a path
that requires you to again become naked
And walk
past the tree of knowledge of good and evil
To the tree
of Life?
Will you be
willing to take your kite
And allow
yourself to be pulled upward beyond the clouds?
To float
across the veil that separates the world of light
from your
familiar and comfortable footing?
Will you be willing?
Nay, will
you be ready
To
let go of this life and come to God?
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