I Will Not Die an Unlived Life
I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.
I found this wonderful poem by Dawna Markova at inward/outward from her book of the same name.
This is one of those that demands to be printed out and placed just about everywhere I might sit and reflect on life. Maybe especially in those places where I go along taking life for granted. That is probably the perennial challenge for each of us: to stay awake to the life that we are living. Life goes on with or without our awareness, we just miss it. God is present whether or not we remember that truth. Therein lies grace.
Yet how much more full our lives can be if we forget God’s abounding presence less so we might relish in that delight? How much more can our lives be as we are mindful of love in every form God blesses us in?
Time to go live life for a while.