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Monday, October 7, 2019

a new thing


“I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn't forget, I'm alive, I know I'm alive, I mustn't forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.”
                                         Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
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There are days
When I feel only partly alive

Things pile up
Things go wrong
There are no wins

And pretty soon you are going through the motions
You keep getting out of bed
Keep getting dressed
You eat and go to work
And come home, and walk the dog

But this profound state of ennui prevales

Its like those summer mornings
When the smoke of distant fires
Wafts in on a gentle breeze

And the mountain is there
But just barely
Vague and unsubstantial behind the haze

Looming but gloomy
Not quite itself

Such days are difficult
You mind is the only part of you that seems energized
But in such moments?
It is not your friends

Instead it bullies you

read my mind
beautiful
and horrible things are going through it

things that honor the Sacred
things (retributive angry things) that don't

Just know
I see this world
I feel this world
I am impacted by this world
I preach to this world

and sometimes I have hope
and sometimes I don't

but I am alive

and I carry within the
in that central core where I am shaped and defined
God

I am a carrier of the Sacred
A Sacred child

And when I can remember that
Touch that
Experience that

I am renewed
Awakened

And God can do God’s “new thing”  (Isaiah 43)

This is what the Lord says—
    he who made a way through the sea,
    a path through the mighty waters,
17 who drew out the chariots and horses,
    the army and reinforcements together,
and they lay there, never to rise again,
    extinguished, snuffed out like a wick:
18 “Forget the former things;
    do not dwell on the past.
19 See, I am doing a new thing!
    Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
    and streams in the wasteland.


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