Awakening: The Journey
A Wrinkle in TimeI read it, and I could not understand it
Darkness claiming others for its own and then I found it breathing deep within me, Light uncast and shadowed into stone. In fear I ran and screamed and shook it from me, In grief and anger wrestled angels down, In shame I hid and let it overcome me falling stars too far from hallowed ground. I lived it and I could not understand it Darkness that wore the face of Light until in sheer exhaustion I embraced it and found myself embraced by holy Night. DoubtDoubt, you dusty pile of dry bones
quit your rattling I'm not coming back. Either receive God's breath or go to dust entirely makes no difference to me. I'm happy here up high in the land of my soul. JourneyI was broken
and clung to my brokenness not believing any other way to be I was not and dwelt in nothingness nestled doubt within my misery God called I yearned to answer shame blocked my mouth, my eyes, my ears God loved and shame was lifted grace lit my soul and shone out through my fears God called doubt kept me silent dusty bones a rattling restraint God breathed and doubt transfigured shone light and darkness through my mind's complaint God called and I turned to listen found grace, belief and love to make me whole God called at last I followed and settled in the land of my soul |
Many of these words were born or conceived on silent retreat at a place called Naramata Centre. If any of this has touched you or called you to a sacred moment, please consider giving a small gift so that Naramata Centre can maintain this ancient sacred space, and the programs offered there.
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copyright 2012 ailsa flynne
