He doesn't sit gently by pools anymore, leaning over to watch his own reflection looking back at himself, caught up in his own gaze. A thing of beauty, he thinks, as he dips his finger into the water, making ripples into waves, sending minnows into a frenzy.
Now he sits upright and looks around at every screen that gladly shows the image he has so willfully crafted-- and which so many so willingly purchase.
We each can either hold the mirror in which he is reflected or we can smash the glass on the smooth stone of our own intention to live a life cut free of other people's shallow ambitions.
From Bones of Light: Poems of Spiritual Imagination
This week, I also want to include a link to the ongoing collection of sermons and reflections on the Glimpses of Grace podcast. I commend these to you, if your heart needs a few minutes to re-ground.
Here is a link to last week’s sermon, on the parish website. You’ll see a link there to the spotify site where all the reflections are gathered.
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