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.
Monday, November 26, 2018
Where are you headed?
The false self is
not really bad or evil, but just inadequate to the big questions of love,
death, suffering, God, or infinity. God allows and uses all our diversionary
tactics to get us to move toward our full and final destination, which is
divine union—and thus wholeness. That is how perfect and patient divine love
is: Nothing is wasted; even our mistakes are the raw material to turn us back
into love.
Richard
Rohr
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Where are you
headed?
Where am I
headed?
What are the
values we hold?
The goals we set
to move us toward those values?
The steps we plan
to achieve those goals?
The fact is, we
are all just going home
We came from that
we do not understand and cannot capture
From what can
only be called mystery
Although we try
to contain it in an inadequate concept called God
But would be well
advised to simply call love
And we return to
that same place
Divine
Union
Or perhaps better
Re-union
We make it hard
This journey
With our choices
Our errors
With our
addiction to fear and hate
Greed and
power-lust
But this reality
The one (if we
choose to anthropomorphize)
Keeps drawing us
on
Back into itself
Back into
ourselves
And no matter
what we do
No matter what
choices we make
No matter what allegiances
we choose
Still Sacred
draws us back
Using it all
The good, the bad
and the ugly
To move us
Forward, forward
To that compass
point that is
Wholeness
Love
Everything in the
sacred alchemy is changed
Transformed
And we are drawn
toward love
Toward God (yes,
I will go there)
And at the same
time toward our true self
Puled inexorably
back
Through the
future
Into the arms of
the Sacred
Into the
“Father’s (or mother’s) House
Where our room
awaits
And we can rest
Safe
At
Last
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