Did you Did you know that poetry can be considered contemplative prayer on paper? Or in this case, a computer screen;) Dive into a deeper life of faith by pondering the meaning of the words below and reflecting on the questions afterwards. God bless you on your spiritual journey!
I think my soul is getting too big for this place
It’s like trying to fit a magenta sunrise over the pacific ocean
with fluffy marshmallow clouds and the joy of leaping of dolphins
into a tiny
And I don’t want anyone to try and drink
a squished version of me
or even take a tiny sip that doesn’t reflect my diversity.
I know who I am
and how long it took for me to become this radiant, enormous being
How many times did the volcano have to erupt before it created this island of my soul?
I stopped counting and surrendered into the Fire bigger than myself,
flowing out of myself.
It wasn’t my plan, it burned.
But I survived,
and here I am like the radiant dawn herself.
Now that it’s time for palm trees, cool evening breezes and wild flowering trees,
I don’t even need time anymore
or ballot boxes,
at least not to tell me who I am.
politics can’t contain this love in me,
That tiny list of who I can vote for is a joke.
As if I could choose between unborn babies and refugees or teenage mothers with no support, who are scared to death and make a choice. Don’t get me started about the prisoners on death row …
What happened to them to stunt their growth?
I just want them ALL to come to my shores.
I want everyone to feel the breeze of Truth and Mercy that blows here
and sustained me through my own trial-filled years.
I want them to be still and rest quietly,
listening to the waves of love crashing on my rocky coastline.
I want them to bask under the gorgeousness of my stars
and begin to get a sense of their own inherent vastness.
Will I erupt again?
I don’t know,
I am not in control of this life I’ve been given,
But I have noticed how much bigger I’m getting …
I don’t fit here anymore,
It’s like trying to squeeze the size of purple mountain majesty into a tiny box
with a check mark on it …
I am open for more.
I’m outgrowing this,
but I’m not going anywhere,
And you can’t move me either.
I’m too big for politics
but just the right size for grace
and Truth that can move mountains and create whole new spaces.
You don’t need a plane ticket or freedom, food, water or shelter to rest on my shores.
You don’t even need to know about me.
My heart is open like an island rose,
and YOU are here in my prayers, which are powerful.
I look forward to watching you grow.
I wrote this trying to reconcile all of my feelings about the goodness of America in contrast to the the way our political landscape has divided our nation to such a dramatic degree. I invite you to reflect on where your own spirituality fits in with your politics. I also invite you to reflect on ways you can begin to help be a healer and a peacemaker in these troubled times. Are you willing to reach out to someone, whose beliefs are different than yours to try and find common ground? Are you willing to see the best in others, even when you don’t agree? Are there ways you can bring more of God’s healing love into our troubled world?
God please bless our nation to truly be guided by Your Highest Truth, Mercy and Unconditional Love always! Heal us, bring us together as one for the common good and Your Glory. Amen.
Copywrite Nicky Gant 2/2/2017