I Worship
They’re the first of the season
Fresh from the farm
I’m podding peas
Little green gems
Tucked up side by side
Just waiting for me to crack the pod
Open
And my thoughts fall upon God
And I thank Him for Variety
For such Fresh Pleasures
For the Sight, Sound, Texture, Colour
The Smell,
The Taste
Provision
When I connect with God
When I give Him Worth
I Worship Him and all He is
I read somewhere
That Worship was not something we do
For our own benefit
I Worship from the Fullness
From the Emptiness
I worship God from the Gratitude
From the Humbling
From the heart of who I am
And without doubt
I worship God from the
Self
It is my default mode
I do not do it only for me
But I do it from me
I satisfy an Old Law
It is a Good Deed
And I profit
For once again
We are together
I am gone
Absorbed
By
The One
How can I not benefit
He knows me
He knew me since before my making
He knows me well
Reaching me this way
In the plenty He provides
In the Seeing Ahead
In the Harvest
In the Beauty
In all He has Brought Forth
And I return to Him
Only a small part of the Plenty
He gives
That is Selfish
That is Human
To try to be anything else is folly
If all I give unto God
Is not of the Colour
Is not of the
Substance of my Being
If it is not…
Seasoned with the Salt of
Who I am
Then surely
It can mean little to God
It would not engage
My spirit
With Holy Spirit
It surely fails to connect
In Truth
If not in Worship
Then where else
Is one
To be True to Self
And when I Worship
I Gain
Words and Photographs © Denise Stanford 2010
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