Scared, scared, I run to you
and hide in the Lord my Bed, who covers me
© Meisaan Chan
The Lord my Bed
Posted in Spiritual poetry, Scripture riff, Haiku/haiku-esque poetry, addiction, Food addiction, PTSD, Spiritual search, writing, Rumi-esque, anxiety
Tagged protection, help me, covering
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Allowing God to sift you
means allowing God to remove
anything and everything that obstructs,
especially the self
© Meisaan Chan
Posted in addiction, anxiety, contemplation, Food addiction, Haiku/haiku-esque poetry, meditation, Poetry, PTSD, Rumi-esque, Scripture riff, Spiritual poetry, Spiritual search, writing
Tagged death, dissolution, ego, humility, Self, sift, surrender
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the humble god
You can squeeze me into anywhere in your life
– I will fit onto the head of a pin –
so deep is my desire to be with you
© Meisaan Chan
Posted in addiction, anxiety, contemplation, Food addiction, God speaks poetry, Haiku/haiku-esque poetry, PTSD, Rumi-esque, Scripture riff, Spiritual poetry, Spiritual search, writing
Tagged desire, humble, humility, longing, love, union
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Why union makes sense
The heart of the soul is God.
That is why union makes sense: God melding with God
and why deeply connecting with others makes sense: God melding with God
© Meisaan Chan
Maps that aren’t true
It is not true that every map leads to its promised end:
That following the map of money will lead to money
That following the map of power will lead to power
That following the map of security will lead to security;
Lots of promises, most broken
Stay alert
© Meisaan Chan
Posted in addiction, anxiety, contemplation, Food addiction, Haiku/haiku-esque poetry, PTSD, Rumi-esque, Scripture riff, Spiritual poetry, Spiritual search, writing
Tagged direction, discernment, help, help me, journey, lost, map, wandering
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Spiritual Paradox
Unknown, unknown is the way
unknown is the Lord
yet within me is the Lord’s intimacy
© Meisaan Chan
Posted in contemplation, Haiku/haiku-esque poetry, Rumi-esque, Scripture riff, Spiritual poetry, writing
Tagged mystery, paradox, union, unknown
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