What am I entrusting to my mouth, my stomach, my lungs, my system? Why do I
trust these things—is it taste, a sensation, or are they healthy? I can choose.
These things I put into my body don’t force my hand. But with my mind, and my
mind alone, one moment at a time, I control my hand.
What am I entrusting to my ears? There are physical and spiritual hazards that
will threaten to dull and deafen my hearing. Do I subject myself to loud
noises, unprotected? Am I preserving my sense of hearing? And, what am I hearing? What, and more appropriately
who, is putting in a Royal command performance; influencing what I know and
believe? Am I awake and attuned to the many voices in the world that seek to
ravage, overwhelm or underwhelm my senses for passion and curiosity. Is the
hearing of my conscience healthy? What am I telling myself?
What am I entrusting to my eyes? The eyes are the window to the soul in more
ways than one. And when we let the darkness in through the window of our
psyches, our souls’ light is dimmed. What do I allow myself the pleasure of? Am
I captivated by sexualised images? Do I linger there? And what is running
through my mind—what conversation takes place there—what feelings?
What am I entrusting to my mind? Do I understand that what goes through my
mind impacts my thinking? How marvellous that God has made us in ways to absorb
what we expose ourselves to. But when these things can damage us we are to be
cautioned. What am I reading and listening to? Are these things healthy for me?
Are they taking me in the right direction?
What am I entrusting to my heart? Am I routinely checking the status of my
feelings, honestly? Or, like the foods I put in my mouth, those which make me
unhealthy, am I allowing bad feeling to reside within, without thinking my way
through them? Am I keeping my emotional world intact? Am I being honest and
truthful? And, I can know that my heart is deep, because hearts are. The less
wisely I manage my life, the more impact there will be in my felt world. My heart
is susceptible. So, what am I entrusting myself to?
***
What do I
trust in this often scary world?
And why do
I assume horrors won’t be hurled?
For what I
allow in will
certainly decree,
Exactly what I am coming now to be.
© 2012 S. J. Wickham.
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