stones. Skimming the surface
scattered and skipping through life
paying the barest attention – wobbling from origin to destiny
a thousand points of purpose between our source and our end
afraid of sinking – mindful of becoming mired
in the depths of any one thing;
the consequence of shallow self-service.
fear. Affirms our flight in spite of the fearless
hand that cast us spinning
‘cross boundless ocean of love divine
abide. The voice of reason tells us
abide in love, sink deeply in
the salt sea of service one to another
and trust the hand that cast us
to free us from our fear.
5th Sunday of Easter – Thorburn, NS