Reminding Myself
I need to keep
reminding myself,
“unless this is consistent
with the highest right
I do not want it, and if it is,
I can trust God to establish it.”
I must stop frittering away
my precious moments
and letting my purpose languish.
Cease escaping into the banal,
living second hand through
video binging, screen fixation,
and empty bestsellers,
and no longer seek to
anesthetize my low grade,
but repugnant anxiety
about an indeterminate future.
Instead, I want to rise up
and see the sunrise everyday.
Listen to the voice of the rain,
in its soothing contralto,
or reverberating bass.
Express the bottomless,
sanguine oasis within
my ever so textured soul.
To feel the squeak of
the fresh purple eggplant,
the silky slither
of the roasted red pepper
as I remove the skin and seeds.
To smell the opulence of the
wet pine needles, pliant underfoot.
To pour myself out ecstatically,
without modulation and tampering.
To avoid complacency, cynicism,
the dullness of dread,
the vacant despondency of apathy.
To dust the house. Clean out drawers.
Weed out belongings. Clear space.
Kiss and hug. Call and text.
Reach out and encourage.
Create a fleeting
but fabulous bouquet.
Put into practice
what I know of God.
Not fearing greatness
nor missing the mark.
Not cowering either
from being just another
unique snowflake
in a whole amazing
drift of them.
Refusing to
catalogue and compare,
knowing everyone is special.
Emphatically reject being blasé.
Find out how satisfying
it is to take a
divinely proactive
stand for what I (yes me!)
most cosmically need.
Spurn every unGodlike
viewpoint that suggests itself.
Welcome every evidence of innocence.
Light up my expectations with
even a feeble flame of faith.
Engage with Life, and be wedded
to ongoing, inevitable rejoicing
with no cold feet nor any doubt.
Leap. Soar. Sing.
Make new friends
with stalwart spiritual ideas.
Let go of and shun
the ego, which is the
root, harness, and whip
of all pressure and stress.
Own my immediate freedom
from complacency. Strive.
Hike in the fresh air. Unplug.
Be still or dance, hushed or loud,
sinuous or percussive. Ponder the
infinite vastness of possibility.
Do not rehearse or glorify
shortcomings. My experience
will be as good as my thought.
Liberate my downtrodden hopes.
Untether my devotion
to ultimate good.
Weld myself to what
has durable meaning.
Melt into resonance
with what is best,
inspiring, enduring,
and superb.
by Polly Castor
9/26/2020
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Mary Baker Eddy writes “Desire is prayer; and no loss can occur from trusting God with our desires, that they may be moulded and and exalted before they take form in words and in deeds.” In Science and Health with Key to the Scripture, Page 1.
Your desires have already found their form in words, so the deeds will follow!
Let us join you in your noble aspirations and begin now!
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Excellent, Polly. Thank you.
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You …. you …..
Inspire amaze lift amuse encourage
Astound Help Heal
Give
me
permission
to
Show Up as Me,
Too.I do thank you.
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This morning I opened the front door and a blast of delicious cold air flew to my face and helped me breathe nature back into my life. I’ve spent so much time inside with screens delivering unpleasant or scary news and accepting the messages. Even on a suburban street with little or no vistas, there are trees, little animals and birds, children at play across the schoolyard joyfully filling the air with happiness. All this and more I have to discover and enjoy as I take the extra steps to walk outside for a few moments. I must find the higher spiritual path that nature often helps me see. Thank you for this beautiful poem.
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I totally agree.
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Beautiful and perfect !
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Splendid and much needed. Bless you sweetie ❤️🌹
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