Awakening: The Journey
A Wrinkle in Time
I read it, and I could not understand it
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
that wore the face of Light
until in sheer exhaustion I embraced it
and found myself embraced by holy Night.
Doubt, 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
in the land of my soul.
I 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
I yearned to answer
shame blocked my mouth, my eyes, my ears
and shame was lifted
grace lit my soul and shone out through my fears
doubt kept me silent
dusty bones a rattling restraint
and doubt transfigured
shone light and darkness through my mind's
and I turned to listen
found grace, belief and love to make me whole
at last I followed
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.
copyright 2012 ailsa flynne