A Holey Time
Most days I invite a space,
a hole in my day,
in my life
to listen,
to be with God,
to be with myself,
to ask God
“What is it you wish for this day,
for this life you have created,
that you sustain,
that you love?”
And sometimes a clear answer comes,
a direct answer I mean,
but most often the answer is silent accommodating
and loving and of freedom
(perhaps more than I wish)
the answer is a question,
a mutuality,
a kiss,
a presence,
a gentleness and quietness.
“Well, what are you hoping for?” God asks.
And I wonder why God trusts me so much
when I feel sticky with self interest
and ego and unfreedom,
holding an incredibly small view of existence
and what is important –
Oh God I beg you,
make the hole in my day,
my heart and my life
bigger,
that it may be filled,
that all of me may be filled
with you.