I am truly afraid
to be helpful,
allowing you free reign
to shine your light through me
for you will surely ask
me to do what I destest
if for no other reason
than to show me there is
no where Love is not.
No when, no why, no how.
And I will be left with
poop patrol once again.
Yet I have created
this very experience
of being “sure” you will
ask the impossible of me
because I ask it of myself:
Be unhappy.
Be limited.
Behave.
But what if I just allowed
all of it: my fear, the truth,
my willingness and lack there of.
Wouldn’t that be closer
to presence; to life; to love:
I will close my eyes
on the day shortly.
A trying day: trying to be good,
trying to live the impossible
trying to please an idol
trying to justify grievance and anger
trying to cling to an old hate.
Now the day is done.
It is finished and it is good,
all of it. I can accept and bless
the whole spectrum of colors
that live in the light
that is me.
Amen.
Good night.
Salvation Chronicles 
I love it. So true, we expect the worst when we think of abandoning ourselves to the call. When the call would never do anything but enrich our lives by enriching others.
Love is ……