“Dear God, protect and guide me”
An echo from each pew
Ignoring chance encounters
In what we’re going through
The rubber on the road, it seems
Out of God’s prevue
An accident of happenstance
Not a mirror to look into
“Why does God forsake me?”
In this moment of distress
Not, “What am I to learn here?”
What secret toward success?
We ask, but then deny
The occasion that’s at hand
Lost in the illusions
Will we ever understand
Each moment holds its medicine
Capable of relief
Experience and observation
Can conquer old beliefs
3/28/20 #2
5:24 AM – 5:38 AM