Christ at the Center
Psalm 119.81-82
Keeper of Soul, you
have found my heart.
Word Become Flesh, a
safe refuge you bring.
Spirit, you have knit
me from the start.
Oneness eternal, it
is your song I sing.
No fear need be felt
regarding true self.
Outward semblance oft
belies hidden treasure.
Unique, one of a
kind, not another from the shelf,
Each one given full
attention, Creator’s full measure.
Can trust be placed
in this moment of time?
‘Next on the agenda’
spurns truth’s presence;
Need I ever strive
for outcomes sublime?
Shall life be met in
its’ harshness, pleasance?
Alone at my center,
all else becomes drear.
Isolated ego makes
for companionless drudge.
Shunning Spirit’s
enticing touch, results incessant fear;
Life’s best ingredients
need the Baker to make fudge.
Creator has high
regard for the consequential life.
Time reminds: steps
taken a journey make.
Best start from the
heart perch, sidestep strife.
Each moment complete,
a drop in eternity’s lake.
Life lived from the
center has balance, panache.
Spiritual ecology
joining all to the grace of the One;
Spirit, our best GPS,
treks with us, helps avoid a crash.
Ego, limited, ever
present, never like the One’s fun;
A satisfying fullness
results when life begins at the center.
Wholeness of being
means knowing love, mercy, truth, joy.
Real self, like old growth, happens with
Creator as mentor.
Wondrously
collaborative, Spirit our every gift will employ.
Open; become
vulnerable; bring fear, doubt out into light.
Word Become Flesh,
our best ensample, a brother ever true.
Soul’s Innkeeper
welcomes each moment, lies take flight.
May we be a hearty
servant band, God’s grace to imbue.
The Rev. Ronald Allen Melver, M.Div.
14.11.13
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