Conflicting wishes cannot be my will.
Father, Your Will is mine, and only that. There is no other will for me to have. Let me not try to make another will, for it is senseless and will cause me pain. Your Will alone can bring me happiness, and only Your exists. If I would have what only You can give, I must accept Your Will for me, and enter into peace where conflict is impossible, Your Son is one with You in being and in will, and nothing contradicts the holy truth that I remain as You created me.
And with this prayer we enter silently into a state where conflict cannot come, because we join our holy will with God’s, in recognition that they are the same.
I surrendered totally to the will of the day. It began with my artist’s date to the museum and art gallery to see the Birmingham, Its People, Its History. A fascinating interactive exhibition where I learned much, including that there was a club in Erdington called Mother’s where Pink Floyd recorded a live album!! I’ve never seen the Military Service Act 1916, never really understood what called men to sign up. Would it work today? It’s a great exhibition if you have children.
I shared a new poem with the Writers Without Borders members before going to meet with a videographer who filmed Caribbean Juices. I think I’ll get a couple of good pieces out of it.