Be not afraid of loss:
It makes room for God
© Meisaan Chan
Be not afraid of loss:
It makes room for God
© Meisaan Chan
How I missed you! I say to the Lord
How I missed you! the Lord says to me
© Meisaan Chan
Sometimes just sitting can be a challenge
you know my ways, O Lord; tend to me
© Meisaan Chan
Compassion withers when it is retained
and flowers when passed along –
and for those who do not deserve it,
compassion bursts into a million blooms
© Meisaan Chan
Do not discard dreams that die
return them to earth
for they keep the soil fertile for new seeds
© Meisaan Chan
All walls down
I become a prayer
All walls up
I return to flesh
© Meisaan Chan
I want you to claim me, says the Lord –
no more whispering or mutedness,
for healing comes in truth
© Meisaan Chan
You bring me back to my joy, O Lord
resting in you, letting my mind wander while being held in your arms
letting you finger the curls of my hair
letting you tenderly kiss the nape of my neck,
your warmth generating warmth generating warmth,
resting in you
and you resting in me
© Meisaan Chan
If the lesson is from me, says the Lord,
jump into it naked
hold nothing back
© Meisaan Chan