The Hermitage - Assisi
Who knows how long a walk?
Wrong shoes, no directions,
no water in the middle of the day-
the faith of a fool.
But there is an intent for this walk -
a journey towards a leaving behind.
The ego, the little I,
the needy needing to be needed;
and for what?
To prove that I am ‘good for something’;
that I have a right to exist?
God’s been doing the hard work again –waiting - waiting for me to recognise myself in Him.
To realise that I may be an outsider but I am not outcast –
not from God’s Love;
not from Christ’s Body.
To know that being ‘useless’ means
being available to the Spirit’s desire.
To understand that I can only be ‘useful’ to God by being empty,
by being vulnerable.
And. Lord, seeing this, knowing this,
does not make it easy.
Not for a Martha like me.
But in this sacred space
filled with the humility and devotion of Francis
I may find my own place at your table.
So I thank you, Lord,
for the challenges and errors that got me here.
For showing me that nothing is impossible;
that I am braver than I thought I was;
that I have such precious friends;
that I have You.
Take my life Lord, fill it with Yourself.