Parable of the lonely woman

Once, God appeared to a woman. “I am the Lord,” God said.

“You aren’t the Lord,” the woman replied. “I would recognize the Lord on sight.”

God appeared to a second woman. “I am the Lord,” God said.

“Not true,” she replied. “I would recognize the Lord on sight.”

God appeared to a third woman. “I am the Lord,” God said.

Now this woman had no friends and was very lonely. “I don’t know if you are the Lord or not,” she said. “But I’m lonely. Will you be my friend?”

“Of course,” God replied, and so they walked together.

© Meisaan Chan

 

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Glowing with sun

After three days of rain
the grasses glow with sun
and astonished, we look up

© Meisaan Chan

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A cry for help in the wilderness

Help me, O Lord,
barricades in every direction;
the path has crumbled behind me
the path has crumbled before me
and to my sides the land burns:
Help me, oh God, I cry

© Meisaan Chan

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When in hardship

When in hardship,
so often you want to become even harder than the hardship
when the path is asking you to break open

© Meisaan Chan

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The anchor

In your deepest prayer, there am I!
In your weakest prayer, there am I!
In no prayer, there am I!
Do not anchor to the prayer, but to me

© Meisaan Chan

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Middle of wilderness

The journey takes us to heaven
where ten thousand lakes lie
where pines stand tall and birch trees lean gently
where rain soaks in deep
where everything is at a soul-level:
The ducks swimming, the squirrels darting, the air suspended
and I suck it into my lungs
until I, too, am suspended

© Meisaan Chan

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The not-listening

Not listening to yourself can be the most
destructive thing you can do

© Meisaan Chan

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