Soul-Stice6/21/2024 Friday of the 11th Week of OT
Soul-Stice Be still my soul! Stop brooding over flaws, faults and failings, missteps, faux pas, paths mis-taken, foot falls and fault lines. Falling afoul in death traps, the fowler snares, foul, not owl- wise always, whispers of wrongs done, your undoing, transgression trapping you still. Is there egress from past’s failures, a greener grass on the other side, an escape cause for the unshriven soul? Be still my soul! Be brewing a love potion, A double portion of mercy’s minding, mending, easy to swallow. A brood of sparrows (more than two) be Soul’s solace, be an arrow piercing you with Love’s luster! Be still my soul! Still as the waters running deep within, still as ocean’s entrancing tranquility, lapping quietly, an infant’s sleep in her mother’s lap a child a sleep in his father’s arms. Still.
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