Look at the birds of the air . . .
I am not able
– it turns out –
to influence the machinations
of this world
through my state of disquietude
no matter how strong
that state might be
So I must relearn to breathe
to release
to try to control only
that which is mine to
have even the illusion
of control
I need to accept
the reality of things
as unreal as I might
find them
I must disconnect and
find the virtues of a simplicity
I’ve not known
since my earliest years
Anything else is futility
Sanctuary is in the straightforward
– – – – –
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matthew 6:26, NIV
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This is beautiful and really resonates with me. Thank you for sharing it today.
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Thank you, Elisabeth.
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Sanctuary in the straightforward… I love that! Reminds me of how much I appreciate humans in the world who communicate in a direct, forthright manner. I tend to be more covert, but my husband is one of these, and it’s always been a great comfort to know I can count on that steadiness (no hidden agendas!). Thank you!
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Thank you, Irene. Simplicity and steadiness are both wonderful things, yet so elusive to so many of us (most definitely including me).
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The entire first stanza made me laugh. “Huh. Seems kvetching isn’t fixing things. Who knew?” I love the dreamy and introspective feeling of this verse, and the sort of Ecclesiastes feel it has when it revisits the idea of futility and illusion of control. Here’s to rediscovering old-held truths, and to sanctuary.
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Tanita, no, it doesn’t fix things at all! I appreciate your comments, and whole-heartedly agree with your closing sentiment.
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Sanctuary is in the straightforward – a wonderful line to direct your thinking, Tim. Sometimes, being vague and/or illusive does not forge sound relationships. Wonderful thought here:
So I must relearn to breathe
to release
to try to control only
that which is mine to
have
This reminds me of Spiritful Journey Thursday’s prompt, Here. Perhaps, you will want to expand your post and add it on Ramona Behnke’s blog. I forgot what day it was so I need to ponder this word also.
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Carol, thank you for your comments, and thank you for pointing me toward Ramona’s blog — it looks wonderful. I wish I could say I’m living what I wrote; I’m not, but I’m moving in that direction!
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Yes, Tim, the virtues of simplicity. All the best as you search and find for this sanctuary. Peace.
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Thank you, Denise. Peace to you, as well.
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Trying to take the “simple gifts” is one thing that helps me. Remember that Shaker song – “Tis a gift to be simple”? This is beautifully comforting, Tim. I like “to try to control only /that which is mine” Thank you
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Linda, that is a wonderful song, and your pursuit of “simple gifts” is inspiring (though the word “pursuit” doesn’t seem to be the best choice of mine).
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Such a good reminder, needed regularly! I have been thinking about that verse a lot lately. Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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Ruth, it crosses my mind often as well!
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It is often said we must learn to control what we can and let go of the rest and your poem provides a timely reminder if this truism. Its relevance cannot be understated in these current times. I appreciated your words Tim, as a fellow time traveller. Your closing line is a zinger!
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Thank you, Alan. Trying to control the uncontrollable is never helpful, yet I try to do so more than I care to admit. I appreciate your comments — thank you.
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It’s so hard, but so necessary to let go. Sometimes. Most times.
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Mary Lee, yes: “Sometimes. Most times.”
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