Desire

                   No slave can serve two masters;          for a slave will either hate the one and love the other,          or be devoted to the one and despise the other.          You cannot serve God and wealth.                   —Luke 16.13

God in your mercy, heal my desires.

I want you, and I don't want you.

I am torn between two lovers: you, and what is not you:

the easy or familiar, the self-possessed, the idol of my way, my control.

Yes, you are in everything. But let me see when I desire something more than you.

I don't need knowledge of all things, just of when I am turning away from you.           In the beggar on the street, the career choice, the morning light, let me turn toward you.

Work your grace in me: transform my desires.

Set me to practice desiring you, again and again to choose, to turn, to seek.

Let me hunger and thirst, let me want you more than the next breath.           Teach me to want you. Teach me desire.

         

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net

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