02 June 2016

Step Four: Taking Stock

I see myself, but not in a mirror nor through
a looking glass.  Easier in water
I try and fail to walk upon,
its ripples ringing out
from where I fall.
Ah! There!
I need only
follow the spirals in
to their source where illusions break
apart for me to see myself, where God’s
witnesses take my hands, again, to help me stand.

Inspired by morning meditation with Fr. Richard Rohr: Step Four

Part of the series Oh, Ye of Little Faith*

My blog poems are rough drafts. 
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© 2016 Susan L. Chast

1 comment:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love those helping hands at the end.