A Poem for Megan

SHIMMER

I can't grasp at the hand
of perfection anymore--
that elusive demon
that promises the world,
just always a finger breadth
out of reach,
creating the illusion of happiness
finally at hand, 
and yet delivering 
the anguish of tepid
rejection, quiet
dismissal,
a whispered lie--
you are NOT
worthy.

I will leave those barren
fields behind.

Rather--
I will bring my
bruised heart and
weary soul home.
I will plant myself
in the humble soil
of Grace,
and I will give
myself the space
to grow.
I feel the Beloved
surrounding me
with the persevering 
nurture of creation,
welcoming me to be--
just as I am--
sending rain like mercy,
shining the radiance of love upon me,
gathering the dust 
of commonplace community
to hold me well--
as I send my roots deep,
as I lift up my head, my hands, my heart,
as I grow into the measure
of Creative Imagination
expending Itself
on my behalf.

I will dwell here
shimmering in the 
Presence of
God.

8/1/19
In honor of Megan Davidson, a woman who who lived her life shimmering in the presence of God, and who now sees the Father face to face, knowing as she has always been fully known.  May we all learn to live shimmering lives, following her ever brave example.
With deep love,
Sami

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