In the Moment – the story

At church a few of us are in a short class on Lectio Divina – which is a contemplative/prayerful way of reading scripture, which we are learning together.  In the group we each have a copy of the scripture passage. One person reads the passage out loud. Then a second person reads it. Then someone prays, and then it is read for a third time. After this we each find our own space for 5 or 10 minutes and listen for what God might be saying to us.

On this night the passage was Isaiah 40:27 – 31

27.Why do you say, O Jacob, and complain, O Israel, “My way is hidden from the LORD; my cause is disregarded by my God”?28.Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom.29.He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.30.Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;31.but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

So, how did I get the poem from this?

Picture this. Day, on an African plain. A few trees and bushes, but mostly a wide open space. In the space see a long distance runner with his easy, ground eating strides.

He’s not racing.

Maybe he has a destination, maybe not.

Maybe he sees the land around him. Maybe not.

Maybe he feels the heat of the sun, the hard dirt under his feet.

Maybe he feels the play of his muscles, the beating of his heart, the work of his lungs as he breathes.

Maybe not.

He is running.

And in his running he is in the moment. And that is all he needs to continue running.

For the believer, our now is being in the Presence of God.

The hope spoken of in the passage is not some faint wishing, but it is a grasping onto God and what He has for us. It is the putting on of His yoke and learning His Way.


In the Moment

In the moment.
The on-going moment.
The moment of hope.
Hope in the Lord.
Abiding in Him.
Resting in Him.
Trusting in Him.
Continuing on
In the Lord.

Patricia Burlison

Well-fitting Yoke

Find rest in My labor
Find rest in My path.
I will teach.
Will you learn?
Will you grow in My task?
For you I have fashioned
A frame for your life
That will settle about you
And make your work light.

Patricia Burlison

“Come unto me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30

I Don’t Have a Plate

I keep to my task
Finding metal and glass
While around me flames dance
On a hill made of trash.

My treasures will see,
If enough I can glean,
That my sisters will eat,
And my brothers and me.


We come fighting despair
With enough food to share
For everyone there.
Of him we’re aware

And we ask him his name,
Say, “There’s food here this day.”
But he turns away,
“Sir, I don’t have a plate.”

Patricia Burlison

Last week a local radio station was having a shareathon to raise money for one of the ministries working in Haiti. As this story was told, my mind and my heart were captured by those six words. (The ministry team did show the boy that they had plates there for people to use.)

The Lamp and the Light

In my darkness
The lamp glimmers.
A circle of light
Surrounded by night.
I hold it up
And it blinds me.
I take a step
And I stumble.
What’s behind
Is as dark
As the path
Hid before me,
Surrounded, oppressed
By what I can’t see.
I lower my lamp
To my feet
And I see
Where my next
Step should be.


I see Your day.
I know Your Presence.
I delight
In Your light
Revealing to me
More of You.
I can see
The path behind me,
Showing me
How far I’ve come.
I can see
The path before me,
See the journey
Yet to come.


Where Your light leads,
I will follow.
Where Your lamp shines,
I will go.
I will walk my journey,
In Your presence
Night or day.

Patricia Burlison

Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. Psalm 119:105