The Day Waits.
Am I not held aloft?
A narrowing road, winding along the cliff face. Yesterday's ease, a broad and flat path, is barely a memory. Today contains turnings, seeming danger even.
Am I not held aloft by your hand? The drop is fearfully long but I am protected.
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You bid me walk with greater and greater care, Lord. Did I choose this? Did you?
Let me be equal to today's task, Lord.
– from the mountain
Consider:
How am I held aloft?
Reading:
“When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.” — Rumi
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“Now that I have come to the edge, I see it was only a beginning.” — David Whyte
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“I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me.” — Psalm 40:1
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“And when he had sent them away, he departed into a mountain to pray.” — Mark 6:46
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