Jan 4, 2014

Manna



The Jews in the desert groaned against the Lord, even as the manna was still in their mouths.

Even as God nourished them in a barren land, they complained.

I am in a barren land.
I complain.

At every free moment I turn to God and I complain.
But had it not been for God’s sustenance I would be now dead.
Long dead.
I would have died already a thousand times.
And more.

I look around me and see the barren land and become faint
I loose hope, and like Peter I begin to sink.
Keep your eye on the Lord, do His work, and despair not. (even if the statistics are right)



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My inspiration for writing is the beauty and struggle of life. We work and we have hope; the hope makes joy; the joy makes labor a delight; and the rhythm of life become poetry. The air and the light embracing our neighborhoods becomes wonderful, and the myriad details of my life become worth knowing, and worth writing about. God our Creator made the world in an indescribable act of Poetry. Each corner and each moment is an act of Poetry.

How else could I respond to it? How else can I know the creation and engage with it? Is there any other way to participate? This is why I write. Because God made everything GOOD and I deeply desire to see it.

Thalia Zeniou – Archdiocese of Thyateira and Great Britain


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