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.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Lavished with the Divine
You were within, but I was without
You were with me, but I was not with you
So you called
You shouted
You broke through my deafness
You flared, blazed and banished my blindness
You lavished your fragrance, and I gasped
St.
Augustine, Confessions
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my eyes wander to the broken concrete
the abandoned building
the broken down care
my body focuses on pain
and stiffness
and my heart is made heavy
as I read of yet another child
gone
killed by a gun
my values are assaulted by legislators
who feed the fat cows of wall street
but starve children
and abandon the old
I am assailed from without
by the darkness
by the ugliness of it all
within is the deep pool of Sacred love
is God
present as Spirit
roaring like wine, burning like fire
when I reach deep and touch the Sacred
nothing is changed, everything is changed
and I gasp
lavished by love
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