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The folded note
the size of a small
pale blue moth
I opened in the curious
palm of my hand:

“You have
what it takes,” it insisted ...
the way wings unfold,
snow melts underneath or
the heart rises to courage

Glimpses …

• The greatest prayer is not one you say. It is simply you.

• The deepening and deafening surrender of Christ.

• We make ourselves irresistible to God by not resisting.

• The right here, right now … is as God, as God gets.

• THIS: the ONLY place of grace.

• Story is built of nouns; life is not.

• A child picking the flower of now … outweighs every story.

• The Story of me is a conglomeration of thoughts. One “Now” can blow it out of the water.

• You are the very Love by which I Love you back.

(And this quote from a dear friend:)

“Silence is the language of love;

Surrender its activity;

Emptiness its fulfillment.”

From a letter to Jesus in the fall of 1986:

Jesus,
	I’m tired … in many ways.  It seems like we are getting no where.  The same falling down and self-recrimination, feelings of defeat, new resolutions.  It has become ridiculous and sad.  And you seem removed.
	I feel solid weakness beneath my feet.
	S.U.S.U.  (Society of the Utterly Screwed-up)
	When I do “think it through” it brings no light or peace or trust – only more self disgust.
	The vision seems like a smoldering wick.

I do appreciate the moments when I can be absorbed in you, refreshed by the desire to please you ... In other words, it excites me ... to set you free.

			Deep in mud
			Much in need,
						Tom

This Longing for Freedom …………..