Keep Fresh Before Me the Moments of My High Resolve

Keep fresh before me
The moments of my high resolve


Despite the dullness and barrenness of the days that pass, if I search with due diligence, I can always find a deposit left by some former radiance. But I had forgotten. At the time it was full-orbed, glorious and resplendent. I was sure that I would never forget. In the moment of its fullness, I was sure that it would illumine my path for all the rest of my journey I had forgotten how easy it is to forget.

There was not intent to betray what seemed so sure at the time. My response was whole, clean, authentic. But little by little there crept into my life the dust and grit of the journey. Details, lower-level demands, all kinds of cross-currents–nothing momentous, nothing overwhelming, nothing flagrant–just wear and tear. If there had been some direct challenge–a clear-cut issue–I would have fought it to the end and beyond.

In the quietness of this place, surrounded by the all-pervading Presence of God, my heart whispers: Keep fresh before me the moments of my High Resolve, that in fair weather or in foul, in good times or in tempests, in the days when the darkness and the foe are nameless or unfamiliar, I may not forget that to which my life is committed.

Keep fresh before me
The moments of my high resolve.

Meditations of the Heart by Howard Thurman
p 209-210

Howard Thurman

Yesterday, and perhaps for the two days prior, I have felt afloat, adrift. Here light, and not here. As though I was no longer connected to the whole of my being and of the Universe. Drifting.

This morning I remembered this meditation. Rather, Source bounced it around the outer edges of my spiritual eardrum, once again bringing this piece to my attention.

I wonder if I am not somehow only better when I have cause, a purpose, a mission. When I am fighting with most every fiber to gain some treasure of this earth plane. Then, when I am not, I seem to be loosely tethered to the ground, floating to and fro much like the flag being ushered then every scooted by the wind.

I am grateful that even when I am off course, Divine Presence is ever on course
I am grateful that even when my sense of connection is off the radar, Divine Presence clearly knows my location
I am grateful the even a whispered, bashful prayer of seeking remembrance and re-inclusion, Divine Presence acted on in real, nourishing, comforting time

I am so blessed.
And so it is.