I don’t know where I am going.
I see churches without walls
his people gathered
their collective
becomes the power
to be authentic
to be the gospel
not preach the gospel.
I don’t know where I am going.
God quietly beckons
to the unknown
Mine becomes ours
in communion born of love
lived out in gospel verses
written on walls
that divide.
I don’t know where I am going.
I see the face of God
shining in sparkling waters
healthy foods
education
holistic care
equality in all.
I don’t know where I am going.
I see his face
in the chance to be young
imaginations freed
to reorder and
change our world.
A chance to be old
wisdom well shared
aging valued.
I don’t know where I am going.
The poverty of spirit
replaced by hope
and love
equal value recognized
celebrated.
Joy joins hands
finds its space
settles in.
I don’t know where I am going.
Together across borders
man made
no longer separated
but a people
of one and many.
A chance for honor.
A chance for peace.
I don’t know where I am going.
Finite time dictates urgency
learning confined to
relationships
and shared bread
professors seated
books aside.
I don’t know where I am going.
Meaning becomes
self emptying love
that embraces blind trust
mind and body
open to God’s love
God’s plan
God’s time.
Control
never owned
loses.
I don’t know where I am going.
But I am trying to follow.
jackieshields 10.27.15
I like this one. It’s speaks to me and is where I’m at. Thx Celia
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