In the porcelain stillness there are cracks-
oh tragic chaos if they should dance!
If I peer closely, I can see a war on the other side of them.
If I peer too closely, I had best be ready to fight.
I am not.
So I cautiously tip-toe backwards to the place of rest that has been so lovingly and carefully spread out for me, and I fall-
like a feather, I fall back into it, and I close my eyes.
Beautiful! And wise. The place of rest which has been so lovingly and carefully spread out for you--love that imagery!
ReplyDelete:) Why is it so hard for me to rest? I keep coming back to the metaphor that Watchman Nee talked about, with the man drowning and the expert swimmer waiting for him to finally lose his strength and go under before he jumped in and saved him. I am restful today :)
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