Mystery is safe and a danger.
Danger first:
First it scares me because I must loose control.
Control is something I like—an idol—
An idol I worship by holding.
Holding it creates the danger because it’s all I know…
Know nothing else… nothing more.
More is what mystery calls me to.
To let go;
Go beyond…
Beyond what I hold—what holds me.
Me, it’s the idol, the image I keep…
Keep so secure in secret crying.
Crying to be free…
Free to let go…
Go beyond the danger to the safe.
Safe comes when mystery is embraced.
Embrace, let go, enter the mystery.
1 comment:
Nice poem. If I had written this, it would have to be a cyclical poem where the last line is the same as the first line. Even when I walk down the path I wind up back at the trailhead. I never quite make it to the mystery. It’s like the OT stories where people see where God has passed by. The closest they get to seeing God is seeing where He had just been. I’ve seen the coat tails of mystery but because of my fleshy-guy limitations, I’ve never entered into mystery.
Keep running & thanks for the inspiration.
-Dale
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