soul amnesia

"I am beset by chronic soul amnesia.  I empty of truth and need the refilling.  I need to come again every day - bend, clutch, and remember- for who can gather the manna but once, hoarding, and store away sustenance in the mind for all of the living?" - one thousand gifts p.106
 

woken early this may morning, 

the baby within perhaps preparing me for coming nights

of lesser sleep and waking cries.

its hard not to bemoan a sleep-in saturday, lost again to wakefulness.

in the bright morning light i climb the stairs, the late spring

sun blinding me in my ascent.  with tea in hand, i open a book i've 

been savoring lately.  the words penetrate me 

in their honesty and call me to a life marked by giving thanks.

yes, soul amnesia is my chronic illness.  how quickly i fail to remember that only in worship of my God are things set to rights within me.  like the flowers bending before the sun has lifted their heads, it is only in stopping amidst the rush of life to bow low and gather the manna He offers me this day, that i can be fed.