God-drunk, and reeling
Falling up
Filled with fire
with light
with breath.
Shattered and remade
fractured with light,
with fire
and flooded with God.
Drunk with God, and reeling,
Touching stars
tasting fire
free falling
Empty
Emptied and flooded together
drunk and reeling
and filled with God
and filled
with an agony of light,
a ceaseless glory
burning into emptiness
to be filled and flooded
and falling and again (again)
and again
falling
and again
flooded
and again
filled
and again
and again
a ceaseless agony of glory
an eternal fire
an everlasting sacrifice.
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. I n the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy. If nothing else, I've learned to make a mean cup of coffee.
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