Don’t worry about it, says the Lord
your anxiety is your illness
your trust is your health
© Meisaan Chan
Don’t worry about it, says the Lord
your anxiety is your illness
your trust is your health
© Meisaan Chan
You must grow up.
What comes ahead requires this growth.
© Meisaan Chan
I have such a hard time surrendering to what I cannot see;
and in this, sight becomes my God
© Meisaan Chan
The space of self is hallowed, not to be denied;
the space of “us” is hallowed, not to be denied
© Meisaan Chan
I.
I alone know precisely how to tend;
the others approximate or miss
I am the forever bullseye
II.
so if it is a bullseye
lo, it is I
© Meisaan Chan
So strange when others find me valuable!
Different mirrors, I argue
Same reflection, they respond
© Meisaan Chan
You don’t have to keep anything:
Closed fists to open hands
© Meisaan Chan
Somewhere along the vine is death,
and I will root it out, says the Lord
only if you let me
© Meisaan Chan
God always pushes
but never pushes:
This, too, is fact
© Meisaan Chan