I climbed a ladder of light
Spanning a river
of cool water
and liquid fire.
There is no space between
My soul.
No separation from
My breath.
This river
That flows through
Dust and heat,
That is light--
That tastes of summer
And salt,
And smells of desire--
This light
That plays with shadow
And is tangled with
Infinity.
There is no distance from
my heart
that beats in sacred rhythm--
in pounding
thrumming
lightening rhythms--
Urging me to move,
And be still,
And flow with liquid
Fire.
I am caught--
And I am carried--
And I climb
This ladder of light.
And there,
At the center--
At my beginning,
At my end,
Which is all of me--
In that place,
I dance
In the palm of God's hand
And I am whole.
Selah.
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.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
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