Pentecost
Dead and gone are the aspirations of self
a new career
selfish desires
a life of control
Born anew into a life of service and care-giving to
my God
my family
the body of Christ
Grieving for this loss
the time to adjust - incalculable - has begun
Gratitude for all that I gain
grace and peace
a new life grunting and growing
maturity and strength
everlasting life and joy
A new spirit enters as
my soul given over to the incarnation
acceptance over struggle
trust over control
satisfaction over anxiety
generosity over accumulation
I am undone, and glad of it
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