Don't Make Lists

 


Sabbath is always a holy time and in Lent it seems somehow holier, more precious. 

While still in the wilderness, sabbath offers a time to reflect on the encounters and to reclaim the dust and humility of it all. And just before we feel defeated or dried up, poetry such as this reminds us that our body is fresh soil giving life to new flowers, new ideas and ways of living. So “don’t make lists” today. Turn aside toward a spontaneous, instinctive reverence and let the Spirit guide. 


Don’t Make Lists by Dorothy Walters


Every day a new flower rises

from your body’s fresh soil.

Don’t go around looking 

for fallen petals

in a fairy tale, when you’ve

got the golden plant

right here, now, 

shooting forth in light from your eyes,

your awakening crown.


Don’t make lists, or explore ancient accounts.

Forget everything you know

and open.


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