All The Ways

All the ways,

I hide from You…

All the ways,

I run.

The wisdom within

continues to wait, to instruct, but –

all the ways

stay stuck.

I fool myself daily, thinking

all the ways 

work for me.

They seem to make sense

on the surface, but

living with them

and holding onto them,

trips me up.

I long for 

all Your ways…

all Your ways of freedom

of grace,

of truth,

of Love.

I catch glimpses of these.

Sometimes, I am actually 

held by their vision,

warmed by their touch,

inspired and lifted

by their presence.

In those moments,

I remember

all the ways

You are present, and

then I know

all the ways

to be.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018