Tired I return to the New Testament thinking of books
already read, heart sore and mind empty, I’ve looked
everywhere, my spirit dead, there’s no refuge from the
fact that I must learn electricity terms; only by turning
right back, withdrawing into deepest caverns of my
Soul, reading old men’s words who, according to Seth,
presented a Miracle Play of Medieval proportions to
teach what living meaningful life meant, presenting a
wonderful way for us to meditate, which according to
Abraham, gave advice that is balm to my feelings,
Is medicine to my shrinking self-esteem; in words of
the King James translation: Leave all strife and
vainglory behind and in lowliness of mind, esteem
others better than yourself.., this helps, by realising
selfish ambition and vain conceit will only bring me
shame - while humility, valuing my colleagues above
myself, brings sweet resignation & quiet acceptance
of noise levels fluctuating with misunderstandings
proliferating until we are cocooned in loneliness that
no amount of togetherness can really change
Quiet within my cavernous soul reverberates around
me and the soft feeling of being at home in my mind
fills the office with the lovely words all weaving their
ineffable spell…
[Reference to Philippians 2: 3-4]
[31 October 2013]
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