January 07-A, 2023

Hemlock Islands 02 10/11/2012 Oil Paint Rendered — Penobscot Bay, Deer Isle, Maine
We have each day that is left to us
to work with--
not to see what we can make happen there
but to realize what needs to happen
in each one,
and to see how we may assist the birth
of what needs to be,
day by day,
until the end of our days.

Our work is without plan or agenda.
We are seeds in the earth
with no grasp of what manner of seed we are,
and no idea of what must be done
to see ourselves becoming ourselves,
able only to cooperate with the process
at work within us
by sensing what needs to be done,
what is being called for,
moment by moment--
responding by getting out of the way
and seeing what we are capable of
without knowing how we know
or how we do what we do,
as miracle workers
being spun into being
by mysterious forces
tucked away in sunlight and rain,
at the command of a script
written into our DNA,
created especially for a day like today
and a set of circumstances
just like these.

Each day that is ours yet to see,
looking for what calls for our
gifts in each one.


Published by jimwdollar

I'm retired, and still finding my way--but now, I don't have to pretend that I know what I'm doing. I retired after 40.5 years as a minister in the Presbyterian Church USA, serving churches in Louisiana, Mississippi and North Carolina. I graduated from Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, in Austin, Texas, and Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My wife, Judy, and I have three daughters and five granddaughters within about twenty minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.

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