The Evergreen Anchor
I wrestled with the alarm again.
I resist waking to emptiness, the wanna-be friend.
She seems to wanna smother me as soon as I’m conscious… and her twin, ruined remnant, no longer relevant, right behind her…
I won’t associate with them but I will rise.
I will rise and shed these not-friends to my mind…
There’s so much good I am trying to live, yet waking at dawn feels like I’ll never get there, I must admit…
but why wouldn’t I wish to leap from the bed for the same gentle presence is with me here now, always this moment…
Please help me reclaim the day,
please help me find my way.
I’m not a three-decade deficit or a failed woman.
I can be up and doing for all who are within my heart and thinking.
Please help me focus the day so the ideas like autumn leaves won’t blow away.
Please help me be the evergreen—
still, stable, unable to fluctuate.
Let me stand in all I know and give and love in ways practical.
Show me how to publish my words
if they are to offer comfort to the world.
If I’m too ego-minded to believe for a sec that my words have a right to be published, then channel me anew in ways that don’t breathe to poem. For I seek, I need, to anchor my life in words written.
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Hello reader friend,
I share the poem above because for a while I used to dread morning wrestling with thoughts… Especially after my Pup passed away…
It was really difficult to know how to begin the day…
I always begin the day with prayer but I have held my little Pup for almost 20 years…
So I felt this utter emptiness when I would go to pray, and I felt really alone and didn’t know how to take that pain away…
And just as I’ve strived to do with my whole life to me, our goal is to prove our oneness with God… the divine Mind.*
And in making genuine attempts day after day to wed my thoughts with the ever presence of Love that never leaves that always stays…I don’t resist mornings any longer, and I don’t fear them into the wee hours beyond midnight…
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I welcome hearing from you if you struggle with morning thought wrestling too, and I can offer some of these healing insights.
Leave a comment below or email:
Tre@thoughtbythought.net
Thank you for being here.
Much love, me Tre
* “The prayer that reforms the center and heals the sick is an absolute faith that all things are possible to God, a spiritual understanding of him, an unsolved love.”
~ Mary Baker Eddy