For day 10:
I Need Not Flee
I fled him down the nights and down the days
But I ran unaware I would be caught.
For love is greater yet than rebel ways
And would that I had known t’was all for naught.
I am too loved to be left free to stray
And he the gracious one my freedom bought.
I need not flee as though a sinner scorned;
For rather, I am sought, loved, and reborn.
From Francis Thompson:
“I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.”
Read the whole thing here: www.bartleby.com/236/239.html
For day 11:
I feel a sense of next
“When finally I am able, I will.”
“After this season, I will.”
But there is no hurry
For time is a measurement of the progression of history through space
And in the present, I can in fact
see and hear and touch and taste and love and move and grow and learn and be
Let now be a moment in which nothing happens
And everything happens.
“Much good happens in the space where nothing is happening.” –Christa Wells