Widow V: All I have is yours

Take, receive … my liberty.
You have given all to me, now I return it
(for all I have is yours).
Give me only your love, with grace … enough for me
My love and my grace
(enough for you).

All I have is yours
Receive the Holy Spirit

Push out the space of stillness
Receive the Holy Spirit

All I have is yours
Receive the Holy Spirit

Spirit of strength, spirit of consolation, spirit of withstanding, spirit of calm.
All this is yours.

Widow IV: Everything I have

This poor widow, this bleeding woman, this dying girl …
we need you, now.

You are all we have Lord,
Come now, into this nothingness.
Come now, into this pain.
Come free us, again.

Widow, woman, girl …
everything I have is yours.
Take and eat. You are enough.

Widow III: Lost coin?

I did not lose my coin, I gave it.
Gave it into your hands for keeping,
trusting that you would weigh its value.

Head held high, I gave it.
Knowing the truth of my relenting, repenting, unburdening.
I gave it to you for always.

How can I now take back the gift? Question the way?
Unearth the treasure from its burial place?
Only you and I can walk this road until its end.
Only I and you can take the step that’s called for
next.
Into your hands, for loving.

Worthless woman? Worth more than thousands of sparrows you said.

Widow II: Two lost coins

Two coins, lost.
What did you do with my loving?

What did you do with my loving?

Squandered fruitlessly
or lavished long into the night?
How will I ever know the wherefore and the why?

One lost coin.
Sweep out my life O Lord
till I can see you in every space; each nook and cranny.

No riches now, no treasure.
All gone, all empty
save you.

Receive the pulsing of life
the shock of the waves
the dazzling joy
my all.

What will you do with my loving?

Widow I: Widow's Coin

It's not enough. I’m not enough. What would ever be enough?
I must lose it all, let it tumble to the ground
because of my loving of you.

And I come weeping with my two small coins grasped tightly in my hand.
No, don't take it all away! No, don't leave me alone!

I don't want more than you can give. You are enough in your poverty.

Me in my poverty. Me in my poverty. Me still after all these years in my poverty.
Stuck it out, all for you.

Stick with me now, it’s all for you.

It's only the beginning of it all. .... this loving.
Only the beginning.
Empty out all the unending griefs. Empty out all those cherished dreams.
Empty out all those broken promises. Empty out what will never be
and let me fill you with my dream for you.
My dream for you.
My full life of all the things you never dreamed in a hundred, thousand years
could have been meant for you.
Risk it, surrender the all.