Poems From The Porch
The world is alive with sound this morning.
Even a surprise owl is adding his voice to the day’s song.
Sweet smells of spring and lavish wildflowers
are offering their own texture to the sacred present.
Pools of still water are reflecting under the great trees,
as evidence of the night’s thunderous storms.
No breeze has yet to stir,
but the coolness of the moment is enveloping everything
with the freshness of the season.
All of this is mine to enjoy in abundance,
my heart an overflowing repository
of gratitude for this gift.
Only a few days ago,
I was hijacked by shame
and consumed in the hellish misery
that only self-absorption can bring.
Then Love, pure and clear,
descended upon my heart,
washed clean my mind,
and bathed my body with the profoundest of peace.
I was redeemed from the pit.
The lifeline that rescued me from my self-deprecating sorrow
was the simple thought,
“This is not of God.”
By grace I was saved,
not by my own works;
there was nothing of which I could boast.
All I had to do was relax and let go,
open my hands, heart, and eyes
to receive the fullness of Love in the precious present.
I am doing that now,
with a smile most appreciative
of how Love never fails to seek and find those who are lost
and bring them back to the bountiful and opulent feast
that is Love’s benefaction.