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, May 11, 2018
lost is lost
Lost is lost
Some times I wander
Starstruck, moonstruck, sunstruck
Looking at this world created
Seeing only
With the eye secular
Seeing only the hate and greed
And fear
And knowing
Too keenly that I am lost
That we are all lost
Wandering around like hit and run drivers
Encapsulated, hard, defensive
Even, aggressive
No wonder there are so many wounded people
Littering our lives
Sometime I dive into the sacred
I become drowned
In the sea of eternity
Sunk into the depths of the sacred
Out of this world
lost in God
But lost is still lost
In a child
Sacred and secular are found
Bound inside the swaddling cloths
Bound inside a child
In a man, dirty feet and all
Shameful death and all
Common and divine are woven
In this one
Who draws together
Everything
All
Creation is invaded by the creator
Creator in the created is bound
And in that single one
In that union
I am found
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