Morning Meds; 4 14 19
What once was,
is never gone,
it’s now a cloud reformed.
The was it was,
is a newly made now.
It floats within your grasp.
To grasp at clouds
as they form and fade,
to attempt to stall their change.
Is an impossible task,
they are made to pass and
it will steal your now away. …..
We seem to pass through an endless corridor of doors of change as pursue the divine.
As we pass through them we begin to see that it is our changing that make them appear.
I am always questioning my reluctance to proceed and why I sometimes let fear block the way.
We are unconditionally loved, protected and guided.
Really, if we fully realized how safe we are,
we would know it is impossible to screw it up.