I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, February 23, 2018
Beautiful, terrifying
So every day
I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth
of the ideas of God,
one of which was you.
Mary
Oliver
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The morning is a crying forth of Sacred joy
Bursting forth in colors
Darkness dying
Light being birthed
Unseen things
Becoming clear in the brightness
Of that precious light
So too the sights and sounds of days
Winter winds
Snow on the mountains
Dogs galloping joyfully, full of life
The eagle soaring
The evening is crying forth of Sacred sadness
Light fading
Something ending
A final burst of brilliance
Then day is gone
And blackness descends
Pressing into our own empty space
Our own grief
And alone we walk
Accompanied by memories of things past
And fears of things to come
We walk and walk those dark roads
Until the Sacred cries forth again
Beautiful, terrifying
The ideas of God
Of which I am one
Of which you are another
Beautiful
Terrifying
Sacred children
Born of joy and grief
Living, dying
Coming, going
Each day
Each moment
A new song
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