“Hands off” is not easy to accept. But how else can one “let go” and “let God” work? But there are times when it becomes obvious that there is no way to control a situation. Then the only solution becomes clear . . .
Author Archives: Linnea Boese
Meditation on Broken Sidewalks
I was just walking briskly in the early morning light when I let my eyes shift left, forgot to lift my feet, and tripped on a ridge of ancient sidewalk, falling on rocks and pebbles embedded in decades-old cement. Ouch! Not again! Knees throbbing . . . Yes, again! Whenever I look away from yourContinue reading “Meditation on Broken Sidewalks”
Keeping Aligned with the Word
When all is said and done, the basics rule. The way to walk from here to there is clear: release my arrogance that claims the right to choose my path and act out of my fear and wait, instead, for God to take his pen and twist the plot, for good, because I’m his. MeanwhileContinue reading “Keeping Aligned with the Word”
The Solitude of Two
The solitude of two: Not me alone, though I am closeted, the door pulled to, and only I sit in my lair. It’s me and you, and you are everywhere. My heart’s a waiting place anticipating your venue. The world is narrowed to a cell, to give you space to do your work in me.Continue reading “The Solitude of Two”
Practicing Silence
He says, “Be silent,”
and I long for quiet
to listen for his voice,
to know that he is God.
Cling, Be Nourished!
Just cling, cells interlocked, bark intact, and let the sap flow: slowly but surely through winter frost, tingling gently, keeping you alive; vibrantly pouring when summer sun saturates the world with heat; a constant feeding in the sleep of night. Rest, but cling, fruit will come! When I picture myself a branch clinging to theContinue reading “Cling, Be Nourished!”
In the House of Love
He makes his home in me. And I, I live inside this house of love, his banner flapping bright above, his pleasure my desire. I bring him blooms to grace the place he sets for me (no matter that, outdoors, corruption slimes the world and evil lurks in gray). I will not fear. For heContinue reading “In the House of Love”
Powering Up
Exhaustion depresses like bricks on foam squeezing out air, leaving you heavy, squished, flat-out dense. Sleep and love, contemplation, are nectar, nutrients (just eat what fits). Breathe in, exhale. Find a place deep inside a favorite space: grab a book; take a look at what brings you joy. In time you’ll stretch, get back upContinue reading “Powering Up”
All I Have is Yours
This month you told me, “Hold on lightly to possessions; all you have is mine.” Then you brought me chances to let go: my sweater to the shivering boy, my shirt to the cadavre (swollen past the size of her own clothes), my mat to the child who had no bed, my socks to helpContinue reading “All I Have is Yours”
Pen in Hand
pen in hand the words press out anxious for paper a place to live the silence sizzles sentient and longing standing on tiptoe to read the news what I am hearing what has been forming in hidden spaces how I’ve been growing invisible the thoughts take on colors and edges given a page Yes, myContinue reading “Pen in Hand”
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