Possess your soul in patience (Luci Shaw)

Own it. Hold your heart the way

You'd hold a live bird - your two hands

laced to latch it in, feeling

its feathery trembling, its fledgling

warmth, its faint anxieties

of protest, its heart stutter

against the palm of one hand, a fidget

in the pull of early light.

Possess it, restless, in

the finger cage of patience. Enfold

this promise with a blue sheen

on its neck, its wings a tremor

of small feathered bones

until morning widens like

a window, and God opens

your fingers and whispers, 'Fly!'

(There's always a desire to move ahead....to press on.....in doing so, even with all good intentions, God may be left behind.......

a difficult spiritual discipline....to ask Him 'what now? how should i proceed? what is needed now?' and await His mysterious unfolding)