without a flight plan
Suspended in space and time
Where are we going?
Calm and mindful
In a holding pattern
Waiting to land
Every twenty-four hours
Drones in the sky
Specks of dust
In an ocean of dismay
Looking for home
I woke up to the sun shining brightly, and these words from one of my daily meditation resources.
Psalm 21:8-9 and 12, rewritten by the author as a prayer for today
….You root out my fears; standing
firm beside me as I face
the shadows within.
Like a blazing sun your light shines.
My fears flee from your sight;
your fire consumes them.
….For You put fears to flight, that
love and justice might reign….
1996 by Nan C. Merrill
Psalms for Praying: An Invitation to Wholeness
Published in 2003 by Continuum International Publishing Group, Inc. (New York)
So here I am, “sheltering in place” in Pennsylvania. Alone with D, Smudge and myself. Taking walks outside as the weather permits. Doing what we can to be ready for anything.
Even though we don’t live on the edge, fear weighs on me. This isn’t the way I want to die. Followed, of course, by a thousand unanswerable questions.
But the prayer above isn’t about answering my questions. It’s about our Creator putting my fears to flight, making room for love and justice. Especially now, when the mandate to shelter in place already isolates us, and leaves many more vulnerable than I am.
Praying my fears will be sent packing, clearing the air bit by bit for something new to happen.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 18 May 2020
Photo of Snow Geese flying near Mount Baker in Washington State found at correre.org