Lord, spare me from the comfort that would sedate me, from the certainty that would dull me, from the beauty that would blind me to injustice, from the peace that would hide the world's grief from me, from the security that would frighten me from the edge of you.
Grant me the blessing to be unfinished, discomforted, unknowing, to be homesick in this world for the one within it, to ache for your little ones, to grieve with the Beloved, to be powerless for your grace, to empty myself into your heart.
Lord, spare me from my wishes, that I may be free for you. Spare me from my little self, that I may be my divine self. Spare me from my life, that, dying, I may become yours.
______________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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