All Roads Lead
As a child I begged a stubborn parent – ⠀
“Please, may I-, I want-, I choose-,” ⠀
To no avail, I cried the day away.⠀
I was being led on a better path.⠀
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As a teen I was sophisticated and wise.⠀
Knowing that permission was not there,⠀
I planned executed on my own.⠀
Only to suffer consequences on a road of my choice.⠀
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As adult, I asked for God’s blessing.⠀
His ways were not mine.⠀
Recognizing Wisdom, I bowed low⠀
and saw a new road, a better path.⠀
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With graying hair, I did not ask⠀
--Walked behind the Lamb of Sacrifice⠀
I knew the path, the road, the voice⠀
All His roads lead to Resurrection.⠀
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Alleluia!⠀
Process God
Scratcher of all surfaces⠀
Chipper of old paint. Turner-of-all-to-inside-out-and-upside -down God⠀
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Let's begin the journey...⠀
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You who are⠀
breaker of walls and⠀
snipper of seams--⠀
uncorking bottles⠀
tampering with tombs--⠀
You⠀
fog-lifting⠀
cold-breaking⠀
clay-forming God!⠀
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God⠀
who cannot be merely “HE”⠀
but “HE and “SHE” and “THEY” and “YET-TO-BE”⠀
be midwife to all that moves in me--⠀
and all that does not stir.⠀
To the closed and to the open.⠀
Hurl me beyond all that is closed—⠀
beyond all that is open⠀
beyond all that I or we or they⠀
can ever conceiver to be “beyond”.⠀
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Monthly molder of moons⠀
yeaster of tides⠀
ice-breaking⠀
bud-nudging⠀
wintering-into-spring God⠀
dusking-into-dawn God⠀
hanger of the last star…⠀
infinitely uncontained and restless God⠀
tell me⠀
in my vast unfinishedness⠀
how can you sit so still? ⠀