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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, August 11, 2016

Head to Heart



The longest journey
begins with a breath -
   breath being one of the names of God -
and ends in Breath:
   as the name of God is a prayer: amen.

It is played out
on a bridge more narrow than fear
and wider than Heaven,
And gathers together
the battered, embattled rubble
of broken days and history.
It is - as if it ever wasn't - love,
that journey of unknown proportion,
Coming not because of,
Nor in spite of.
Love that is whole
And endless
   And love -
      God, yes!
         Love,
             in all its infinite
                 and glorious
                    unknowing
                       boundlessness -
                          Love.

                          Love.
                          That is the journey
                          That is the breath
                          of God.

Amen.


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