God enters by a private door into every individual.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I throw open the door inviting spirit in, hoping to make sense of the turmoil within. I gaze outside and breathe the calm in,
slowing the undercurrent causing this spin.
The churning recedes as spirit gently enters in, opening my heart for love to come in. Too easily I forget all that I know, losing my way and forgetting to grow.
I coax my glow back into a flame and I can feel my inner fires burning strongly again. I have so much farther to go, to plant little seeds which will sprout long after I am gone, now realizing this is the way wisdom is often passed down.
We send our prayers and ask for blessings, but too frequently forget to leave open the door for Divine Spirit to enter in. If we extend an invitation for spirit to come and be our invited guest, our lives will be happier and filled with bliss.
slowing the undercurrent causing this spin.
The churning recedes as spirit gently enters in, opening my heart for love to come in. Too easily I forget all that I know, losing my way and forgetting to grow.
I coax my glow back into a flame and I can feel my inner fires burning strongly again. I have so much farther to go, to plant little seeds which will sprout long after I am gone, now realizing this is the way wisdom is often passed down.
We send our prayers and ask for blessings, but too frequently forget to leave open the door for Divine Spirit to enter in. If we extend an invitation for spirit to come and be our invited guest, our lives will be happier and filled with bliss.
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