what have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt his faithful mercy
who through life has been my guide?
Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort
here by faith in him to dwell.
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well!
Lord God, mercy is in your hands, pour
me a little. And tenderness too. My
need is great. Beauty walks so freely
and with such gentleness. Impatience puts
a halter on my face and I run away over
the green fields wanting your voice, your
tenderness, but having to do with only
the sweet grasses of the fields against
Mary Oliver. “Six Recognitions of the Lord” excerpt. Thirst: Poems by Mary Oliver. (Beacon Press 2006)
“Why are we so afraid to be human, depending on legalism and moralism and dogmatism instead? Jesus came to us as a truly human being, to show us how to be human, and we were so afraid of this humanness that we crucified it, thinking it could be killed. And today we are still afraid to be human… We are not perfect. Only God is perfect. And God does not ask us to be perfect; God asks us to be human. This means to know at all times that we are God’s children, never to lose our connection with our Creator. Jesus was sinless not because he didn’t do wrong things: he broke the law, picking corn, for instance, on the Sabbath. He was sinless because he was never for a moment separated from the Source.” (Madeleine L’Engle, Sold into Egypt, p. 20)
give me the courage to be human;
let me have the grace for others to be human too.