In the beginning
there were no
names.
there was nothing
to outline the
edges
no form
no shape.
No names.
So there were no
words
To separate
the days
From the colors
From the sharp from the
sweet from
the holy from the
rest.
So maybe it was
every color
and all time
and sharply sweet
or sweetly sharp,
and holy holy holy
never
and forever.
But there were no
names
for it.
and no edges
no space
between is and
was
until God spoke.
And the words
flew forth
and came to be
and created the is
and the was
and separated
the whole
in eager
urgent
graceful
breaking.
And in the breaking
in the sudden and
sweet
edges
that outlined
the all and the
everything
And the spaces
between
Holy.
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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