In silent punishment
I ban myself
from blessings;
without knowing,
without seeing,
without understanding.
I rush past beauty,
the smell of a flower,
the song of a bird;
without sensation,
without hearing,
without patience.
Slow my pace, Lord,
that I might walk
in full awareness;
open my mind,
open my eyes,
open my awareness.
Let me wash
in the beauty
of all life’s blessings;
with feeling,
with love,
with grace.
Let me love
wholeheartedly
in joyful unity;
free from judgement,
free from prejudice,
free from hatred.
Wake my spirit
so my light shines bright,
a beacon for all I meet;
with purity,
with love,
with light.
Wash me,
love me,
wake me;
so I sit
in silent punishment
no more.
© Leslie C Dobson
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