Wide Water II

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The Water is wide,

But there are Wings...

and there are boats that carry two......

There is a light on that far shore

coming into view

The same currents that battered us,

That broke us,

bent us to their mysterious will,

now carry us

and plot our course,

into the stream intended

all along...

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"He shepherded and guided them"

-Psalm 78:72

Lost?

"What you are seeking

is seeking you."

~Rumi

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Apparent contradictions exist,

carefully pointed out

with our self-made scepters

our limited scope, 

based on our combined five minutes of experience we've had on this planet:

Contradictions in the Book of books,

The Word we follow,

even where God Himself is concerned....

In Reality,

There are no irreconcilable differences,

Only finite minds which cannot span Infinite Distances.

Enter the Way Himself,

the Truth,

the One who came to bridge the gap

Our Path Homeward is plotted through Paradox,

Soaked in Mystery;

So much depends on knowing the Unknowable,

Faith asks us to begin at the end, 

to find rest in the Final Analysis,

The Constant of our Equation:

that God Is.

that God is Good.

That God is Love.

If the factors you're currently considering

do not add up to this end,

keep seeking...

You will Find,

and in the finding,

You will be Found.

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"May you be rooted deep in Love and founded securely on Love, that you may have the power to grasp what is the breadth and length and height and depth of Love; to know the Love of Christ, which far surpasses mere knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God."

-Ephesians 3:17-19

Mercy

"Deep calls to deep"

-Psalm 42:7

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You carved and dug

Deep into me

Mercilessly

(or so it seemed)

And made of me

Your Well

in this desert

For all who are thirsty

For all who would drink

Deeply

of Your

Mercy

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"They shall partake of the abundance of the seas,

and of treasures hidden in the sand."

-Deuteronomy 33:19

Wholehearted....

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The Heart is enlarged in still small spaces

Multiplied in Solitide

Woven Wide across worlds when given to One…

Thus stretched

This canvas can hold multitudes,

and more Beauty 

than ever it held ashes…

When willing to wait at the empty table

For it to be filled

The heart becomes a feast

even its broken

loaves and fishes fragments

become food

and fill to the brim

the baskets

of His Beloved.

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Calling all angels...

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Standing on this precipice

between 

terror of Falling

and

the 

thinnest 

thread 

of 

hope 

for

Flight

.....Wish me Wings

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Calling all angels