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I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. In the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

the Light of It

Roots so deep

Grasping and gripping
Drinking deeply
Spreading widely
Down and down
Back farther than imagination
Deeper and Deeper
Into the heart of it
The soul of it
And farther still
Across oceans
And deserts
And mountains
A mountain
Yes: that mountain
That trembled and quaked
And stood over us
Through thunder and darkness
Wind-whipped darkness
Through parched and sere darkness
Under that mountain
Yes: that mountain
That holy, lonely mountain
With the multitudes under it
And the one upon it
And the gift
The obligation
and commandment
And in that darkness
A gift
(An obligation)
(A commandment)
Our light
Our lives
From one to another
To another and
Another still
Deeper than mountains
Stronger than trees
Farther than imagination
To the heart of it
The soul of it
The light of it