Where Is My Teacher?

Where is my teacher?

I am sick with worries
And I need to
Sit at his feet until
All my worries are
Under his care–

Until I am myself again.

I need my teacher.



Note:  I was in a very unhealthy church and was striving to make sense of things with no one to teach me.  I also had some unrealistic expectations about receiving spiritual support directly from God, as so many claim is supposed to be the norm.  It was not working for me, despite my sincere efforts.  It took me quite some time to figure this out and to seek out some answers for myself, rather than waiting to be told by somebody else.  That was a really important paradigm shift for me.

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