Cancer Journal #37 June 4

 


Wash me, Lord


                    Wash me, Lord, of all that wants to stay away from you.


                    Wash me, Lord, of all catalog of grievance, remembered slights, 

                    Perceived unfairness, resentments,  entitlements,

                    And anything else like that.


                    Wash me, Lord, of high self-esteem, low self-esteem 

                    Or any self-esteem at all.  

                    Let me forget myself.


                    Wash me, Lord, of all that doesn’t care

                    Whether you wash me of these things or not.


                    Let me bathe in your nature, Lord,

                    Washing me of what is not like you.





This is what I submitted for the writing group I participate in. It was well received which I was uncertain of, what with its overtly Christian message. The group is more on the Buddhisty, Universalisty part of the spiritual spectrum (which is just fine although not in the same bandwidth as I'm in). Maybe the self improvement message made it palatable albeit with what I see as a distinctly Christian tone. Maybe it's not so exclusively Christian. Anyway, it was well received.


I also wondered about posting it here since there's not much cancer going on here. But I guess that's not a disqualifier. Just ask Candace Hennekens or Jan Carroll (See comments for Blog # 30).

Comments

  1. Jan CJune 6, 2021 at 6:14 AM

    Ah, thanks for sharing another poem!

    One is reminded of David in the Psalms praying yet being down-to-earth honest about where his heart is at in that moment. I like the language of it, carrying very weighty or high ideas but also being quite unpretentious.

    Thanks for sharing.

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    1. charlieschaeferJune 7, 2021 at 7:08 PM

      Thank you for your generous comments, Jan. Putting on your "Sunday Best" should not extend to covering up shortcomings or obstacles to a clear and clean connection to God. I want to put it out for display for Him and anyone else who might be looking to see. So foolish to try to hide it in your pocket. What, He won't know it's there?

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