God – Feel with Neil

Woe to Work

Do you feel like a failure in God’s eyes when you sleep each night? Then why is the deeprest of depression “bad”?

Around me is love. Everywhere. Did you, my Lover, Pour it there? Am I to simply Grow aware?

We ache to know our own unknowable value.

Don’t be too quick to embrace the fundamentalism that summarily ascribes all of your good fortune to God/God’s will.

Love is a mess of romance and compassion. Compassion can remain.

Therapeutic tunnels promising greener grass succeed when they dump us back on the brown patch where we began.