to experience the Exodus
and endure the Exile.
I have walked in the Garden,
waited in the Desert,
and worshiped at the Holy Mountain.
I have heard the call of Abraham,
setting me apart,
tearing me apart,
leaving me alone
and without the comfort of my father.
I have assumed a kind of homelessness,
suffered a kind of restlessness,
acknowledged a kind of barrenness,
I have welcomed a kind of helplessness,
treasured a kind of emptiness,
and found in the stillness
a kind of holiness.
and worshiped at the Holy Mountain.
I have heard the call of Abraham,
setting me apart,
tearing me apart,
leaving me alone
and without the comfort of my father.
I have assumed a kind of homelessness,
suffered a kind of restlessness,
acknowledged a kind of barrenness,
I have welcomed a kind of helplessness,
treasured a kind of emptiness,
and found in the stillness
a kind of holiness.
1 comment:
I discovered your blog today through a random google search on prayer, and liked the first post so much, I brewed a cuppa and settled in to read them all. An hour well spent. I think this is my favorite post so far, but you are a true storyteller as well as poet, and I loved the stories as well. They made me think. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with the world. I've added you to my reader and look forward to seeing what will appear in the future. ~Sylvia
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