Inspired by the words of Paul Tillich...
Bringing to Consciousness the Divide of the Individual: Part 1
Where is your life divided?
I'm divided by what my soul longs for and what is shaped by my hands.
Where is your desire incomplete?
Today, like every other day, I woke up wanting what is beyond my reach.
Where has your story been scattered?
Its form is dictated by my rushing to pick up the pieces, trying to make sense of what is futile.
Where has your journey become disconnected?
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My compulsion to possess leads me to places of emptiness, the wastelands of my discarded overspill.
Where is your life divided?
I act on impulse when it ’s my nature to believe deeply.
Where is your desire incomplete?
My lack of hope leaves my spirit trailing behind me in my wake of sad energy.
Where has your story been scattered?
I create truth in the shadows and spill dishonest words into the daylight.
Where has your journey been disconnected?
I may look continuous, but inside I am broken.
Where has your life been divided?
They say that survival depends on keeping body and soul together.
To my mind that suggests I could be dead.
My hands are worn with sewing patches on old clothing
It's time I ceased this seamstress work
Bringing to Consciousness the Divide of the Individual: Part 2
[One Voice]
On Monday I ordered a book on ethical shopping from a website and ended up buying a ready-made meal in Tesco's because I had no time to cook.
On Tuesday I had to stay late to make up for the day before, rushed like a maniac to my yoga class, missed the start and spent the whole session thinking stressful thoughts about relationships, or the lack of them.
On Wednesday I drove through the rush-hour central London traffic to attend a lecture on urban eco-theology. Cursed other drivers all the way there. Smoked all the way back.
On Thursday I went late-night shopping. Spent ages searching for the perfect item, seen in the latest New Vision magazine. Came away with a giant bagload of bargains from GAP and a rucksack full of the latest sounds.
On Friday I met up with friends. We talked in depth about the need to connect but the conversation was interrupted every 5 minutes by people's mobiles. That's fine - we had plans to make for the weekend, but I felt frustrated.
On Saturday I endeavoured to write more than one sentence, to try and explain to myself why I've lost track of where my path links up with the world around me. But I couldn't find any reasons. Also started reading new ethical shopping book I bought on Monday, and cycled into town to take clothes I bought on Tuesday back to GAP.
On Sunday I came here. It's the beginning of the week again and I'm hoping to make some connections.
Let us move from a life divided to a life united.
Let us pray dear Lord that he helps us move from a life divided to a life united.
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