Still, I Rise
New York, 2009
Sometimes, amid a prolonged thirst for recognition of the Divine indwelling, we choke upon the tenacious ego -- despite prayer and practice. The ego can be like a tangle of vines that threatens the life of its weakened host.
But God knows our deepest longings and reaches out to free us with an offer of living water.
In the words of the poet, Maya Angelou, "Still, I rise."