Mid Day Office

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Gracious God,
I seem wrong inside,
off kilter and slightly askew,
Because I fear seeing my mess,
I step back from what I feel,
I turn my eyes from what I see,
And wait for my soul’s nausea to pass,
While I hum, “I shall not be moved”,
You place me in the path,
To be, to live, to take,
An unavoidable step forward,
Where I wander freely,
Where I no longer care,
About the burden,
Of being wrong,
On this path,
For these reasons,
Narrow becomes wide,
And my ordered mess,
Becomes alive,
Despite the fear,
And my feet,
Which I’ve only shuffled,
Down the street.

Thank you,

Amen.

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