So often Lucy Berrios Taveras translates poetry and worship resources from the Spanish for me here. This amazing poem she wrote for a Luke project a couple years ago. It is exquisite and certainly convicts me in more than one way.
Always prepared for the unknown
At the speed of a cyclone
Moments purposeful for inhaling and exhaling are
Excluded from the plan; intentionality out of control
No interval of moderation; never noticing the rainbow
Despite the persuasion
Another is critiqued for her restraint
Although purposeful in action
Noticing the song of a bird at sunrise that
Enchants those who hear the
Winds of change while acknowledging
Peace beyond all understanding
The howling wind, raindrops, or the voice of a child
Captured only in the serene
Can the sound of change be heard?
Or is the worrier consumed over what is left to do?
Still speaking……can the whisper be heard?
Or is the worrier spent?
A neurotic pace is not for those who
Are chosen uniquely for the call
Picked to commune spiritually
Abreast of the magic moments
Truly taking our breath away