Sunday, February 28, 2010

Last Day of February

Its the last day of February (the month of LUUV...and incidentally the shortest month of the year. Coincidence? I think NOT!) and I am at a church (shall remain nameless) in Baldwinsville, in a store front, with my sister. Nice people. There is an old dude with a teal do-rag rocking out on an electric acoustic guitar set to stun. He's got some serious distortion going on. There are more people on stage than in the audience; total :18. Strangely, I'm not uncomfortable. I'm more detached than anything.

Innocuous

This expression of church/faith strikes me as largely innocuous. Not too effective, but certainly harmless. And I am maintaining a distance. I am a safe distance-aholic.

While the worship was gargle, rinse, repeating, I sat down to write, trying to engage God in some meaningful way...for me. I wrote this poem of sorts (as poemy as I get).

Is it broken?
Or am I?
I keep searching, but with less vehemence
The fight has gone out of me....or has it?
I seek a touchstone to
Re-awake
That which has gone dormant
Does it exist?
Or is that fever a sign of sickness,
And all I know of passion just
Illusion.

I know there is mystery in the unknown vastness of God
All the doors I have been shown to get out into that vastness
Have proved doors to:

Closets
Cells
Rooms with yellow wall paper
Classrooms with teachers who have never experienced the vastness trying to tell me about it.

I want the real deal.

I'm reticent.
I can't believe what I used to, because
The people who ushered me into the cell tried to tell me
The cell was the whole world.

I know that's a lie.

And I don't have to pretend it isn't anymore.
I know the difference between God and prison cell.



I choose to BELIEVE

Even though all that has been presented to me as THE ANSWER
Has been proven

FALSE...

You are not false.
You exist.
And you are good.

I stumble through the hall of doors,
Looking for the way out.
I don't trust any of my old guides...
I can't.

I'm so critical of the counterfeit, I worry I'll miss the truth.

But I know

Know

KNOW the difference

Between

TRUTH and Counterfeit



I trust my heart.
I trust that within me, that knows.

I will not settle for lies.

I haven't seen it yet
But I'll know it when I do.

I trust that I will not wander forever
In this dim wasteland of doors.

The right exit will show itself,
And I'll walk through with no hesitation.

Over the lintel it will say:

All who wander are not lost.

7 comments:

  1. UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So Goooooooooooood. Needed that. I echo your sentiment. Separated at birth, my sweet twin. We share a heart it seems.

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  2. Man, I can't wait till we live closer and can hang out!

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  4. yikes that was good!!! i can so identify with that!! love you my heart friend!

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  5. He loves that you don't think of Him as a prison cell... that you know the difference. Wish more were as authentic as you... smoochies, My Mol!

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