The deepest prayer

Yes, yes
she whispers

© Meisaan Chan

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Do not shy away from pain

Do not shy away from pain, says the Lord,
for my blessings are often built on top of it

© Meisaan Chan

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The spirituality of writing

Write into the unknown, my dear, says the Lord;
Write until you find the texture of my faceless face
Write until you come to the density of my source
Write until we are

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The holiness of disturbance

If God never disturbs you,
you are not following the right God

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I don’t listen very well, I say to the Lord

I don’t listen very well, I say to the Lord.
You are too full, the Lord says to me.

I listen to the wrong things, I say to the Lord.
Your vulnerability to me needs to grow, the Lord says to me

© Meisaan Chan

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For you, for them

It is an act of compassion to let someone be who they are –
the struggle to change someone can be violent

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The dedication

“I want you to own me,” I say to God.
“I do not own anyone or anything,” God says to me.
“Then what do I do?” I asked.
“Be a dedication,” God says.

© Meisaan Chan

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The teacher

Sometimes I save you from your foolishness, says the Lord;
sometimes I let it be your teacher

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Hey, God

It’s been a while since we talked.
I can tell. I’m anxious, small-minded, confused:
I brewed some coffee, have two mugs.
Come, sit down: come.

© Meisaan Chan

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The holiness of holes

Healthy soil has holes –
that’s how the air and rain and seeds sink in;
solid soil holds little life

© Meisaan Chan




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