Sunday Poem

I've been meaning to share this poem with you guys for a long time now, and I thought I would do so on this late Sunday evening.

A friend of mine from Silver Bay shared this at Vespers one night, and she passed a copy along to me.

Indwelling

If thou couldst empty all thyself of self,

Like to a shell dishabited,

Then might He find thee on the Ocean shelf,

And say, "This is not dead,"

And fill thee with Himself instead.

But thou art replete with very thou,

And Hast such shrewd activity,

That, when He comes, He says, "This is enow unto itself,

'Twere better let it be:

It is so small and full; there is no room for Me."

T.E. Browne

I think this poem is just a gentle reminder to empty ourselves of selfishness and self-centeredness and always leave room for God's will and word in our lives. I, personally, am often focused on my immediate needs and wants, and I have to slow down and focus on what God has to say!

Hope you all have a wonderful start to the week!