Wednesday, March 22
The Work of the Son
I wish that I were never crabby,
short-tempered, out of whack,
closed to the movement of the Spirit of Life,
the Spirit of Love.
I wish that with each person I encountered
I would cooperate with that Spirit,
to look that Beloved of God,
that fellow image and likeness of God,
in the eye,
to really connect with who they are,
not to impose any of myself,
to judge or even try to influence,
just to connect,
But I don’t,
although I wish I did.
I wish I could do more to alleviate the pervasive suffering,
malice, injustice and inequity in this world.
And I believe that when I am open to God,
the power is available to do that,
the power of love expressed in deeds and benevolent intention.
Oh, how I wish I embraced that power more fully and more often!
And then I realize that by having these wishes,
recognizing and owning them,
that God’s wish for me at this moment has come true.