"the owner of the house i have lived in for many years has notified me that he will do little or nothing to keep it in repair. He has also advised me to be ready to move.
at first this was not very welcome news. in many respects the surrounding area is quite pleasant, and if not for the evidence of a somewhat declining condition, the house seems rather nice. yet a closer look reveals that even a light wind causes it to shake and sway, and its foundation is not sufficient to make it secure. therefore i am getting ready to move.
as i consider the move, it is strange how quickly my interest is transferred to my prospective new home in another country. i have been consulting maps and studying accounts of its inhabitants. and someone who has come from there to visit has told me that it is beautiful beyond description and that language is inadequate to fully describe what he heard while there. he said that in order to make an investment there, he has suffered the loss of everything he owned here, yet rejoices in what others would call a sacrifice. another person, whose love for me has been proved by the greatest possible test, now lives there. he has sent me several clusters of the most delicious grapes i have ever eaten, and after tasting them everything here tastes very bland.
several times i have gone to the edge of the river that forms the boundary between here and there and have longed to be with those singing praises to the King on the other side. many of my friends have moved across that river, but before leaving here they spoke of my following them later. i have seen the smile on their faces as they passed from my sight.
so each time i am asked to make some new investment here, i now respond, "i am getting ready to move." (streams in the desert)
Sunday, October 19, 2014
when i give my mind permission
it enters happily
into the cloistered inner halls
where thoughts abide
it sorts and picks
space to dream
i should go there