Poetic View: Who Is in Control of this Mess?
I continue with a poetic view of my feelings and the coronavirus pandemic. I wrote two poems where I dealt with the question of control and prayer. As I faced these thoughts on March 28, I faced the reality of surrender which always takes me to “Let Go.” My recovery program has taught me the power of letting go of results and turning to a Power Great than myself that has everything under control. Then the next day I wondering about all my praying frenzy—who was I praying for in reality?
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Let Go—Surrender
March 27, 2020
Step three
(Make a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understand Him.)
encourages me
To view this world
And its trials
Then let go!
Let go of
Control
Manipulation
Power
Authority
Wisdom
Rules
Everything
As I let go,
My hands open up
Palms face up to the sky
Ready to receive
As I let go,
Tension leaves my throat
My stomach
My chest
As I let go,
I give God room
to moving around
in my life
Safety
A container to work in
A place to bless
Often, I scrunch my eyes shut
Hold my breath
Clench on tight to
False security
And try to control
Only an illusion!
This closed-off space offers
No place to receive
No openness
No receptivity!
If I let go
And let God
Power is in the right hands!
I’m at ease!
God is in the control
My fight is over!
A topsy-turvy world
of Today
Coronavirus pandemic explodes
The third step remains
The same today
As always
And God is in control!
Let Go!
My control issues fan out into all parts of my life, so I had to look at one of my personal private times—my prayers—and wonder deeply.
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For Whom Am I Praying?
March 28, 2020
Stripped bare today, I wonder
For whom am I praying
REALLY?
When I utter
My prayers to my God
Stand naked
Before him
Where is my heart really?
Does empathy reign?
Does compassion cover
Me like a mantle,
Rich green velvet shawl
Draped over my shoulders
and the world?
Do my words
Include you
Your needs
The world's?
Or does selfishness rule?
Does each sentence
Begin with I
Dotted with me
Sprinkled with my and mine?
I focus where?
Inward
Outward
Me?
You?
As I turn these thoughts
Over
In my mind,
I know the truth!
Interdependence
Not me, not you
But we!
Not mine, not yours
But ours!
Deeply I feel that!
Our world needs this
Whole-hearted unity
A healing alliance
Life-flowing love
The imaginary wall of
Indifference melts
In golden droplets
On the ground
Green Irish clover pops up
Verdant and life-giving
Dutch tulips spring into action
With lips reaching for the sky
A multi-colored, multi-cultural garden procreates
From those drops
Those tears
New life forms
And a new world begins!
All because I prayed for us!
You prayed for us!
The world opened its heart
To our kinship
Instead of our differences!
These hard times offer possibilities, spiritual opportunities to see everything differently. Pause with me and pray for our wounded world and its people! I would love to hear how you are praying during this turbulent time!
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