CONFITEOR
No health,
No health in me,
No health in me at all.
And I’m not talking
About the physical, the medical.-
When I nightly replay
My day’s journey
I see how sick and wanting
My heart can really be
How I become again
The spoiled eight year old
Who wants what he wants,
Wants it his way,
And wants it NOW.
Too much trying
To get my own way
Is just as dangerous
As the eight year old me
Getting all the candy he wants,
Spiritual diabetes rots the soul
No less so than the physical kind
Rots the body.
And yet I persist.
It’s a good thing God
Loves me and is patient with me
Much more so
Than I am patient with me
And with those around me.
June 15, 2010
Chip Bergeron
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No less so than the physical kind
Rots the body."
Come now, what you ALLOW with your soul
does not have to be what allows with being alive.
Your words are great for people like me to hear.
Don't rot away too soon!
regis
Don't feel like the Lone Ranger - it must be a universal human trait - mostly and usually attributed to Venusians - but we Martians display our fair share!
Mea Culpa - Mea Culpa - Mea Maxima Culpa ... Tom.
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen