Scripps Sunday- 11/10
for this beautiful, limited day
Blessed are we who see the impossibility
of solving today.
It can’t be done.
God, there are lists on lists
and errands on errands
and a taste, like tin in my mouth,
of the unfinishedness of my life.
Am I counting items
instead of knowing what counts?
God, help me live here,
seeing the whole truth of what is.
Blessed are we who walk toward the discomfort,
bringing what gifts we have,
and our sufferings too,
whether of illness or loss,
grief or betrayal,
confusion or powerlessness.
Blessed are we who scoot up close
so we can whisper our loves, our fears,
all that feels too heavy to carry alone,
and all that we wish we could hold onto for longer.
Show me what I love.
Show me what I never want to lose.
Show me what I no longer need
here in this beautiful, limited day.

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