I sat alone and worshiped while the wind and rain were gone
I thought myself unchanged
No washing away, no whirling around, no breaking of my will
I thought myself unmoved
I thought myself unmet
I sang my quiet song of praise and left my tears unshed
I let my hands hang down
I let my voice remain a whisper
I thought myself unfeeling
The only stir, the only prompt was my desire for sleep
I left the alter without scars
And though the song I sang did not echo past the stairway
The sacrifice must have been made
Much later
I am better for having been unchanged, unmoved, unmet, even unfeeling
I did not flood the alter with my tears
But I was there
A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
I like it- very thought provoking.
I do love this. I think that “being there” – the act of showing up, even if you don’t feel it – is so important. CS Lewis said in Mere Christianity, “Very often the only way to get a quality in reality is to start behaving as if you had it already.” That’s something I find to be true time and again, whether it regards simply my emotions or the practice of my faith.