A Poem: What Does It Mean To Be Real?
Eliot said, “human kind Cannot bear very much reality.”* Reality is harsh, Reality hurts, Leaving its scars On body and mind. Do we dare desire it? Do we seek escape? Do we create Make-believe scenarios Of what we want, What is safe, What is pleasant? Or, do we accept What is truly real? What does it mean to be real? Like the Velveteen Rabbit, Loved until Rubbed and wrinkled, Soft and smooth? Worn and torn? Yes, but so much more! For becoming real is being Loved beyond all else, Loved when unlovely, Loved when angry, Loved when disappointing, Loved in spite of… Who we are, What we’ve done. Becoming real Is experiencing love Beyond love, By the Maker of Love. * “Burnt Norton” by T. S. Eliot
A Prayer: Your Immense Love
I praise you, O Great Three in One! Father, who sent forth the Son. Jesus who died on the tree. Spirit who reveals truth. I cannot comprehend your love for me. I know it, yet I cannot fully know it. I experience it, yet not completely. I feel it, but only as a shadow. Oh, Lover of My Soul, Show me the depth, the breadth, the height Of your immense love for me, That I may praise you even more.
A Passage: For Reflection
And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love is. May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. - Ephesians 3:18-19a NLT