14 Apr 2011
in God, Lent, Spiritual Growth
Tags: God, Lent, poetry, spiritual growth
My new friend, Michelle at Questioning Christianity
wrote this beautiful poem the other day, and with her permission, I am reprinting it here.
There is a truth that God has etched upon my soul; it is love.
It is the seed of freedom that grows when I return to the divine wellspring with my empty vessel.
But I am so rarely empty.
I build God in my image or borrow blueprints from others.
Then, somewhere in the middle of the night, I realize it is all theory. Every last word.
And I am alone.
The walls that provided me with a sense of security have been abolished.
Just. Like. That.
In my aloneness I am empty.
Yet somehow this site of deconstruction, this demolition, is God’s favourite place to dwell.
I have no ideas, no pictures, no manual.
But I now have space.
Space to be filled with What Is.
And I am.
I fancy myself a student of both theology and biblical studies. I find them worthwhile pursuits for a variety of reasons. But more and more, I am convinced that the only true way of knowing God is to give up every illusion we have of who God is. It is a constant emptying and starting over. This is what this stunning poem meant to me. Thank you so much Michelle.