I recently roadtripped to Santa Fe, New Mexico, which has increasingly become for me “The Place Where The Heavens Open & Bestow Divine Synchronicities at Blistering Speed.” For the second time, I was invited to read my poetry at the Sunday service of the Independent Catholic/Celtic/Metaphysical Church of Antioch. (Read about my first experience with them right here.)
In the days preceding my participation, 6 or 7 different pieces clamored for my attention: Pick me! Pick me! they cried. And of course, moments before I headed out the door to the service, Prayer for Radical Patience let me know in no uncertain terms that she would join me on the adventure. Then, this morning, I also read this patience-themed message by UK-based intuitive astrologer Sarah Varcas — whose depth, clarity, and writing chops I am very much appreciating of late — so here we are.
I originally posted this piece in October 2011 and today added an audio rendition. After waffling a bit on the image, I decided I liked the bleak environment juxtaposed with the patiently sleeping/blissfully unaware child and the window open for new blessings to fly in.
For every moment I have waited,
Let me wait ten thousand moments more!
Let me delight in the glory of the waiting
And the exquisite expectancy it tenders.
For every instance I knew the now was near
Yet for reasons untold it was not mine to receive,
Let me know that divinity still presides over a vast and loving universe
And that patience rides a chariot whose name is endless joy.
May trust and courage override the niggling fears that come rapping at my door
May I embody, enfold the seeds of truth scattered on the ground before me,
Knowing that the ones I cannot see have long been planted in most fertile soil
And even now transfigure into form’s most brilliant luminescence.
Let me remember without pause or hesitation that time is no longer mine to manipulate
That my longest-held, most ardent intentions hover ever so close
That what I have always felt carries an essence that cannot be denied
That what becomes tomorrow
Is made manifest by what my thoughts and actions reveal today,
And that in discernment, I can invite the superfluous to fall to dust.
For every dream I have dreamed, be it awake or slumbering
Let me remember without end that the dream exists and always has
That not one single cry for love’s bounty has gone unheard
That not one word of blessing has traveled outside the reach of restitution
That angelic legions have for eternity cradled my heart in their hearts
And have held my tear-streaked face in their unstained palms.
Not one moment of unleashed passion do I regret
Nor word spoken or written would I hasten to erase,
Each moment given to compassion’s call resounds outside the fringe of time
Every choice taken in the name of service stands on its own
Reverberates through the lingering haze of fog-bound enchantment ~
Within a bowl filled with morsels of truth lies life’s greatest feast.
For every moment I have waited
Let me wait ten thousand moments anew!
Let me delight in the glory of the waiting and let this be my prayer:
May all waiting cease and patience welcome in,
For pure Desire’s sake, for the sake of Love,
Yet not for want of more.