Of course we use metaphors.
Of course we try to understand the ineffable.
Of course we fall short.
Of course we try again.
Can you explain beauty
Or describe love?
It is all so marvelously immense.
I’m grateful – no thrilled –
To be a tiny part of a universe
That is so far beyond my grasp
And so filled with wonder
And so deeply interwoven.
I’ll never understand.
Isn’t that grand?
[photo by Andrew Kuznetsov per cc 2.0]
Sometimes I wonder if God doesn’t get impatient with me …
Again you fall?
Again you fail?
Again you find yourself in a mess?
Yet there is something
Deep inside me
That won’t let me give up.
That continues to call me to more.
What if …
What if that very call is God’s spirit,
Planted deep within?
What if I am made for evolution rather than perfection?
What if the voice of impatience is my own?
What if the slow, insistent urge to unfold,
To turn imperceptibly toward the sun,
Is the true expression of God’s response to my fumbling efforts?
What if the narrative of my life
Is not a fall from grace
But a release into it?
What if that was the plan all along?
Again, I must start anew?
Of course, of course.
Always anew; always more.
That is the call of God.
And if for me
For you, too.
[photo by Fadil Elmansour per cc 2.0]
(yep. I think I do.)
[image cropped from photo by Alli per cc 2.0]
Just because I stopped believing in the tooth fairy
Doesn’t mean that I must stop believing in God.
Just because I can’t wrap my mind around reality,
Doesn’t mean that reality is as foggy as it seems.
Just because I can’t understand with my head,
Doesn’t mean my heart can’t know.
Just because I can’t control my world,
Doesn’t mean the world will fall apart.
I’m not the center of it all
I don’t have to hold it all together – I’m the one being held.
[photo by Jessica Lucia per cc 2.0]
the interesting thing about life
is that you must live it
you can’t save it up
or hoard it
or even spend it into debt.
it’s now … or never.
I keep trying to plan it …
but that doesn’t work.
it just won’t stand still while I get it right.
worrying doesn’t work, either.
in the end, I can only live right, right now
and only if I remember to do it
rather than just exist
let’s live 2018
see the beauty of the moment
seize the glory of the day
be kind to the earth and all it holds
be present with one another’s hope and pain
be grateful –
grateful for the very goodness at the heart of it all
we are part of that goodness
let us live it
[photo by Sonny Abesamis per cc 2.0]
Again I find myself wrapped tight.
Like a fist, holding only my desperation,
My heart folded in upon itself.
My soul throws up questions
Not in open curiosity, but as a defense.
Fearful of my own foolishness,
I choose to turn away, rather than toward,
And ask for assurances before I yield to trust.
Perhaps it is the sensible thing to do.
Perhaps I can blame the world’s abuses,
As my reason to curl small
Around my own emptiness.
You say you love me …
And you do.
As soon as I release myself enough to notice
A soft breeze
A friend’s smile
You always do.
[photo by damian entwistle per cc 2.0]
When I read these words of St John of the Cross I figured I’d met Yoda’s mentor.
To come to the pleasure you have not,
you must go by a way in which you enjoy not.
To come to the knowledge you have not,
you must go by the way in which you know not.
To come to the possession you have not,
you must go by a way in which you possess not.
To come to be what you are not,
you must go by a way in which you are not.
As Yoda would say, “Understand or understand not – there is no try.”
[image cropped from photo by Michael Li per cc 2.0]