by Kim de Beus
Impatiently waiting for transformation
Occur, occur and hurry please
Then it appears, Trust in the Slow Work of God
Yes, the answer always simpler
Than naivety expects
Accept the anxiety, bathe in the suspense
Comprehend the incomplete
No longer eclipsed
Devastating invitation from the abyss
A momentary hiding
Must the unknown blackness always beckon?
Dance partner waiting, patiently, lovingly
With outstretched hand
Fingers slowly reaching
Vibrating rhythm captures heart then feet
Look in the mirror, what do you see?
Why do you see nothing?
Because there is nothing to see
Look deep(er) in the mirror, now what do you see?
I feel something
What is this something you feel?
The ground beneath my (dancing) feet
The other is not who I am?
But all these years…..
It’s permissible to reach inside
And feel, and act….myself?
Liberation with sadness, happiness with volatility
Peace with anxiety
Welcome, welcome, welcome
Come emotions and let’s commune
Learn to trust, Mystery is at work
Honor the work, Mystery is trustworthy
Welcome, let go, welcome, let go.….breathe
Trust in the Slow Work of God
-Kim de Beus