Good morning…
Her poem, delivered to my inbox in the middle of this ordinary night, says just what I am thinking.
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Ambition by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
I am so far from the woman
I want to be, so far
from humility and simplicity.
I dream of clearing
not only the shelves,
not only the closets,
but also the cluttered inner rooms
that crowd out the divine.
Every day I search for ways
to best meet the day—
with poems, beautiful meals,
with songs, with praise—
so many ways to be radiant,
but I suspect all the day wants
is for me to meet it
and all that comes into my path
with kindness, with spaciousness.
In my effort to be good, to be whole,
I make it so difficult, this life.
The day doesn’t seem to hold
my exuberance against me.
It shows up as always,
generous as a new tomorrow,
quiet as dawn.
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I am far from the woman I want to be. My effort to be good, to be whole, to be my best fights against simply being kind, humble, spacious with all that comes into my path. Ambitious effort versus simply being. Rosemerry knows my tug-o-war.
I want to clear my inner clutter, to make room for the divine. Yet the divine is already here, not holding my exuberant extras against me. The divine shows up as always, generous as a new tomorrow, quiet as this dawn.
“Arise [from spiritual depression to a new life], shine [be radiant with the glory and brilliance of the Lord]; for your light has come, And the glory and brilliance of the Lord has risen upon you” (Isiah 60:1, AMP).
Like the unhindered rising of the sun, my complex clutter does not depress the shine of radiant brilliance. With my dream of clearing unattained, the glory of the Lord has still risen upon me. Again.
…Sue…
