This Road That Makes Us Worthy | by Frank Owen

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I think I know
the ground
on which
your sweet feet
are standing tonight.

You thought
the nectar of life
would be sweeter.

You thought
the moments
of rediscovered delight
would be
an endless stream,

with no more passages
into the season of shadows.

While the
rest of the world
is blooming
around you,

your inner face
has turned toward
a darkened road
of causations
and measuring.

No measure
is ever enough.

Please know
in your wandering
that you have not been
banished.

You have not been
served up
yet another
familiar exile.

As you move through
these fabric of days,
it is not that
your memory
of Heaven
is somehow
chiding you.

It is not that
the wise voices
you sometimes
lean on
have abandoned you.

The Teacher says:

"The old bloody cloak
that has
hidden your light
is being pulled away.

It is going to sting.

The intelligent husk
that has guarded
your preciousness
is being cracked open.

It will feel raw.

Soon
you will face
the season
of your own planting.

You need to know:

You were always worthy.

You have always been worthy."