Reaching Deep

As the rolling winds go by

I watch the world

And lately I have felt

Like I am not there

Or slowly floating away

Out of sight

We are to be detached 

From these world-things

So they say

But I have felt in it, the utmost pain

I see no meaning

Or perhaps I see it

But I am not joined to it

What is Christ’s way?

In detachment, are we to be sterile?

Perhaps it is like the turning of a ship

In a sea of endearment

Away from a perturbed current

I am not out of the water

But in another flow

Resting

Live wholly in the world

Feeling all, seeing all

But let your love 

Not depend on something small

Let your joy, be not dependent

On one small thing

Love the Lord and the world will follow

Love as the Lord, and your joy will not be

Stagnant. On the surface of the sea.

This is rest.

But it is reaching deep.