Who "I" am

Dear Beautiful Savior,

At what point do we stop sleep walking and awaken to the reality of who “I” am? When will we finally let go of the lies of the world and just be? Contemplative living awakens the soul to being present, to being aware. Only when we become alive to the needs and potential of others will we awaken from our sleep. The poet Mary Oliver in her poem “The Journey” captures the moment. This is true surrender. Enjoy the ride….

With you in the journey, Pastor Jeff

The Journey

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice—

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

"Mend my life!"

each voice cried.

But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do—

determined to save

the only life you could save.