Thursday, October 11, 2012

Exhibit: A - ME hidden behind the suffocating curtain of a never ending to-do list. MYSELF amidst so many faces who expect my all and every last ounce of my attention. I longing for relax, for peaceful, for a lighter load, for stronger, for not so many good things bombarding me.

Exhibit: B - YOU searching for my attention, searching in all of my hiding spots, searching throughout my to-do list, searching through my subconscious and mindless motivations to self-indulge,
and waiting... waiting in the secret place, waiting in the quiet place, waiting in the still place, waiting at the top of my to-do list, waiting for me - simply me.

Exhibit: We - WE dancing amidst a list of expectations, we dancing through the stillness, we painting a relationship among our relationships, we whispering in the busy places with little grins, we alive, we forgiving and giving each other second chances, we on dates, we waiting for each other to answer, we telling each other deep and dark secrets, we enjoying your sense of humor, we inspired by the Divine Smile, we in relationship.

I embrace Exhibit: We.
Most my days
I feel the same -
Laughter, joy,
Fear and shame.

While other days,
I break through;
I handle and
Experience You.

Though it's hard
To often see
Exhibit A,
Exhibit B,

I prefer,
I search out,
I embrace
Exhibit: We.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

We call out your name in as many ways as we can.
We fix your role toward us in the ways we need.
We approach you from the particular angle of our life.
     We do all that, not because you need to be identified,
     but because of our deep need,
                            our deep wound,
                            our deep hope.
And then, we are astonished that while our names for you
     serve for a moment,
     you break beyond them in your freedom,
     you show yourself yet fresh beyond our utterance,
     you retreat into your splendor beyond our grasp.
We are - by your freedom and your hiddenness - 
     made sure yet again that you are God...
            beyond us, for us, but beyond us,
            not at our beck and call,
            but always in your own way.
We stammer at your identity,
            only to learn that it is our own unsettling
            before you that wants naming.
Beyond all our explaining and capturing and fixing you...
            we give you praise,
            we thank you for your fleshed presence in suffering love,
            and for our names that you give us. Amen.

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Brueggemann, Walter. Awed to Heaven, Rooted in Earth. Fortress Press: Minneapolis, 2003. Pg. 14.
 
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