You and I have spoken all these words. But for the way we have to go, words are no preparation. There's no getting ready other than grace. My faults have stayed hidden; one might call that a preparation! I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean.
There are so many threats to it. Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water. A crow sits in teh blackened limbs and talks about what's gone.
Then yur generosity returns: Spring, moisture, intelligence, the smell of hyacinth and cypress.
Joseph is back! And if you don't feel in yourself the freshness of Joseph, be Jacob! Weep and then smile. Don't pretend to know something you haven't experienced.
There's a necessary dying and then Jesus is breathing again. Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildfowers will come up where you are.
Try something different.