Wanting-- Penance-- Glory?

Confession--I wanted.

Act of contrition:

Because i knew my wanting

was too large

was problematic

and without apparent end

i knew without even knowing this

because you've told me so

so many times--

and so, sorrily,

i want for nothing now.

jill maccormack

Penance --say this poem by Galway Kinnell to your wanting heart each time you want for the rest of your breathing life.

Let everything fall into its sacred place on its own time and to the pulse of its own heart beating. Fall into presence. Want what is. This can't be penance-- glory?

Prayer by Galway Kinnell

Whatever happens.

Whatever what is is is what I want.

Only that. But that.

I have fallen down on my hands and knees on the floor wrapped in this prayer of Kinnell's. I've etched it on my heart. It is my solace in confusion. I beg for it. I plead with it. I want it. And in grace filled moments, I become it.

Wishing you the solace of a moment without wanting life to be different.

Be well,

Jill