Fixing Eyes on the Unseen- Where I Am Right

From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.

The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.

But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.

~Yehuda Amichai “The Place Where We are Right”

plowing match photo by http://www.ninalintonphotography.com

I’ve learned the hard way that my being “right” may discourage whatever sprouts and grows and blooms. Rather than find their way through my crustiness, they remain underground, safe from my strenuous protests and insistence. If they bravely try to surface, they might be trampled and broken.

Instead of being right, I need to turn over that hard ground, revealing my doubts and worries, exposed to new light and warmth.

Instead of being right, I need to love and listen and be open to the whispering of that still small voice telling the truth.

Instead of insisting on being right, I rebuild what I have ruined.

Then we may all have a chance to bloom.

This year’s Lenten theme:
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
2 Corinthians 4: 18

This To Come Back To

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He saw clearly how plain and simple – how narrow, even – it all was;
but clearly, too, how much it all meant to him,
and the special value of some such anchorage in one’s existence.
He did not at all want to abandon the new life and its splendid space
s,
to turn his back on sun and air and all they offered him
and creep home and stay there;
the upper world was all too strong,
it called to him still, even down there,
and he knew he must return to the larger stage.
But it was good to think he had this to come back to,
this place which was all his own,
these things which were so glad to see him again
and could always be counted upon for the same simple welcome.
~Kenneth Grahame, from Wind in the Willows about the Mole and his home at Mole End

 

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