An Ocean

It might sound cliche, simplistic,

Pseudo-poetic

But – and I know I’m not supposed to swear –

But I swear it was real –

There was an ocean and 

It was in me and around me and with and in spite of and in comfort of.

So much water and moving waves that it was

An endless surface and me tiny upon it.

The ocean – 

I just got to be there with it, on it, in it.

An ocean – but no scary – and

It all rose and fell in a landscape of clean.

I was alone – in a way – but also held

Amidst this continuous, absolute, consumptive presence

Not my own.

Weeping, 

Love

(That I don’t deserve) 

Pours out and over my vessel’s rim.

I offer nothing but

Ears to hear

Eyes to see

Asking through belief and

(Sometimes out of desperation and by tenacious, teeth-gritted faith:

Also gifts, these)

Gifts of grace

He shares a whole ocean of love.

I am absorbed, carried, cleansed, filled

To overflowing.

Offering nothing, 

Grateful, overjoyed, so pleased to be HIS.

What else is there?

Where else would be better to be 

Than submerged, cleaned, carried on a whole ocean of love?

Thank You and 

Glory!

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“Prayer should take up and turn towards the spiritual order all the powers of our mental, emotional, and volitional life. Prayers should be the highest exercise of these powers; for here they are directed to the only adequate object of thought, of love, and of desire. It should, as it were, lift us to the top of our condition, and represent the fullest flowering of our consciousness. For here we breathe the air of the supernatural order, and attain according to our measure that communion with Reality for which we were made.” Evelyn Underhill

Look at the empty, wealthy night

The pilgrim moon!

I am the appointed hour,

The “now” that cuts

Time like a blade.

I am the unexpected flash

Beyond “yes,” beyond “no,”

The forerunner of the Word of God.

Follow my ways and I will lead you

To golden-haired Suns,

Logos and music, blameless joys,

Innocent of questions

And beyond answers:


For I, Solitude, am thine own self:

I, Nothingness, am thy All.

I, Silence, am thy Amen!           

Thomas Merton

Hope

Seems an awful precarious vessel

By which would flow

You, or any part of You.

Even my wonder at Your goodness is

Too unreliable, too simple.

Part of and maybe the magic is

You’re to be hoped in:

No matter our fragility

Lack of dependability

Whimpering, stinking inadequacy.

You and all Your

Tendrils of light keep

Warming:

Teasing to hope.

Blessedly Forced Reckoning


Shhhh…. He whispers.

With so many words

This breeze

Ailments-forcing-downtime

A rocked-jacked-up-unexpected-turn-of-events

Forced inactivity

This fragility I’m tempted to begrudge

Turns out’s my greatest asset

As it makes room

For all His goodness

That I temporarily forgot

In all my (quite-temporary-and-posing-as) capability.

Oh, Lord,

How majestic is

– Not just Your Name –

But Your way

You

Light as a feather

Heavy as a mountain

More besides and all the in betweens

Wild

Sweet

Huge

Complete

Staggered, lonely, and full am I

With such a God as You

You Are

And Everywhere

Help us see YOU

Premeditated Posturing


Nothin’ like my wretched to bring out yours.

And you may mind me saying,

But there’s nothin’ like your wretched to bring out mine.

I know you’re not trying to NOT know me,

But you’re not trying TO either.

It’s hard to hug so much premeditated posturing,

And I’m sorry I walk away disappointed in you.

I don’t know why.

Your refusal to know me

Is just another reflection of my own ugliness.

This isn’t all there is.

Praise His Name –

This isn’t all there is.

Bear with me,

I’ll bear with you and

Shed this outgrown itchy skin

For a fresh one

That gleams and shines

‘Neath the light.

Inviting, welcoming,

Ready and new for receiving all you offer, it’s

Impermeable to stings and scratches.

Forgive my absorption of your ugliness:

– please disregard it –

As if I didn’t have my own to be rid of,

I’ve gone and lazily let yours ooze through.

Like so much poison all our transgressions

May mingle and choke out the healthy

If we’re not careful.

I know better.

A better way

An excellent way

A less garment-like way;

One that doesn’t have to be changed nor shed

One that is rooted in – Who is – love and righteousness.

Who never tires, nor offends, nor spoils.

Who extends love to a thousand generations.

Make us so, Lord.

Forgive these petty (though still dire) offenses,

Be our love and

Thank You for Yours.


I’d be a well meaning but destructive spectator in this wide world of perils:

Free the butterfly from his cocoon

The spider from his molt

Quicken the buffalo calf from the wolves’ pursuit

Make all the carnivores vegetarians.

I’d upset the natural order of things in favor of less:

Less effort, less running, less power

Thereby weakening all things and

Have the place overrun.

Instead of shrinking and fearing all these threats,

I pray to meet them as He’s directed:

Be strong and courageous

Not lettuce leaf wilt

‘Neath what would challenge.

Head up, shoulders back, forehead like flint

May I take hold of a freely offered inheritance as

Little conqueror.

Rally

“Lacking in nothing”

Oh, the wonder of this –

This puny puddle

Rallies a little

A slack everything

Perks up with the suggestion

And thrills

To think

It possible