Running

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This Fugitive Futility,

Don't you know?

I AM The Voice from which you run

I AM The Ship on which you steal away

I AM The Fish by which you are swallowed

I AM Shore

Sail your Jonah heart

As far as you can

Into the horizon of your choosing,

You find you run in circles,

Journey ends where it begins

One and the same

God's Global Boundary

Deity's Design

Set in place to safeguard

The Beloved

See in this Planet upon which you've been placed

The metaphor of Me it is meant to be

The Textbook in which you live

This virtual reality

in which you learn

What Is Real

So run if you will

As far as you can

All your running leads back to where it began

Into The Waiting Arms of Omnipresent Omega

Into My Encircling, All Encompassing Embrace

Into the womb of My All-and-In-All Ancient Longing Heart

Which has held you all along

Which you never really left

Anyway

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"You have hemmed me in, behind and before, and laid Your Hand upon me...Where can I go from Your Spirit?  Or where can I flee from Your Presence?  If I ascend into heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in hell, You are there.  If I take the wings of morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there Your hand shall lead me, and Your right hand shall hold me."

-Psalm 139: 5-10

Ocean

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You think your mistakes

Greater than My Mercy,

Your lostness

Greater than My Found

Your Grave error

Lies not in missteps and sins

As you suppose,

But in thinking Me bested

by these, your foes

You, Beloved, are the Boat

Carried in the Current of Me...

This River,

Always

and

Ever,

Finds

Home

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"The Lord your God carried you, and protected you, just as a man carries his son, all along the way which you traveled until you arrived..."

-Deuteronomy 1:31

Hung

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Even You were suspended

Between Two Places

Feeling the Crucifying Agony

of Duplicity...

...For this too then,

You Died...

Between Heaven and Earth

Wings and Roots

Lift and Landing

Hanging here

In this no-man's-land

Nailed to the cross of my crossroads

My own hand holding the hammer

On the cusp of burial

On the verge of Resurrection,

Hoping in the God

Who Never Forsakes Me

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"For there is only one God and one Mediator between mankind and God,

The Man Jesus Christ Jesus, Who gave Himself

as a Ransom."

1 Timothy 2:5

Rest II

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We want to make sense of the Macro

Yet it's like trying to connect the dots in the stars

We draw a few lines from one point of reference to another

Then draw our conclusions based on those scrawls and scribbles

While there are still galaxies of dots undetected

So if our lens is limited

If we cannot zoom out enough to get the full picture

(Of which we have but a vague awareness, at best)

Maybe the answer is to zoom back in

-At least for a moment-

On the Micro

On the diminutive dots we've collected

And use the Micro to understand the Macro...

...Or at least to have faith in the Macro...

To Sometimes

Just Sometimes

Rest our minds

As best we can,

To become

Once Again

Like little children,

To be at peace with the little we know,

And leave the Stars

to Him.

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"Come to Me, you who labor and are heavily burdened,

I will give you Rest."

-Matthew 11:28

Lost?

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I'm amazed after all these years of walking this path that I still so often am without bearings.
My inability to "Get it right" is laughable, my propensity toward perplexity, unparalleled.

In the movie "Out of Africa", there is a scene depicting Karen Blixen's journey over unfamiliar territory in which she says to her traveling companion, "I think I may have gotten us lost."
By way of reply, he simply answers,
"God is great, M'sabu."
He then puts his head down,
and goes to sleep.

Maybe it's time for me to have a little more faith in God's greatness
And a little less
In my lostness.

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"God is great, M'sabu."