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When we draw ever closer to the divine will—
even when it hurts, and we would prefer
to pull off in a different direction—when drawing close
to God pulls us away from our earthly illusions
of delight, and leaves us feeling empty and broken—
when we draw toward the Divine Will,
in our emptiness and brokenness,
and through the pain that afflicts us— it is then,
in those moments of darkness that we can glimpse at last
the most outstanding light, and know:
in our emptiness, we are filled;
in our poverty, we are rich;
in our brokenness, we made whole again.
And we know, in that moment, too, our truly royal inheritance,
and the faithfulness of that ever-present Mother-Father God
who has made us in that image of Love, and holds us as close,
as a parent’s very own.
If things are going well—smooth as the gears of some rational machine,
straight and predictable as a well-paved highway—
then we can live with the illusion of control,
that we have done it all ourselves,
and have no need for God.
But life is truly lived on the wild road (not on the thoroughfare),
and there we are at the mercy of those forces
which leave us often alone and afraid.
Then it is that the Divine Mercy enters in
to guide and guard us in its heavenly arms.
But to know that Mercy,
we must follow that Will.
We respond to God’s love
by loving one another.
To know God’s love,
we have to stop pretending that we’re God.
Then (and only then) will we know that power
greater than all our human limitations and divisions
can ever hope to muster.
jbs
8/17/05 - 3/12/06
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