Bending Toward a Rightness
I’ve become too old for
bullshit fantasies of invincibility.
At any time God may dispatch
an angel to bind my tongue
or allow evil to scour all I cherish.
Those things have not happened to me
but other things have.
Has my age made me brave or empty?
Yes.
A number of my peers have recanted, found God just too wild. Oh they still rise to say the creeds but there is no blood in their mouths. I expected by now to learn the language of God but I have only learned to love him. I no longer listen for his voice. I listen to the wind.
A number of my peers have recanted, found God just too wild. Oh they still rise to say the creeds but there is no blood in their mouths. I expected by now to learn the language of God but I have only learned to love him. I no longer listen for his voice. I listen to the wind.
Oh my. I’m wrecked.
Thanks for reading, Alise.
And Telluride does a writer’s voice good – tempers it bold and truthful. Sharpens it down to the point. There is a misty steam blowing from those mountain peaks, carrying your words. And as always. I must go for a second and third read. Beautiful.
Between you and John, I’m undone. Thank you.
Thanks, Gretchen.
Hi, Elizabeth. Yes, Telluride was cleansing on many levels.
only learned to love Him? you have learned the important thing!
and I too am listening to the wind
I’m glad you’re listening too…
still learning, still leaning. thank you.
A continuous learning, isn’t it, Diana?
There are no doubt many who have no blood on their tongue. The narrow road is filled with those who have ‘only’ learned to love him. And the wind, oh the wind! Thank you for this!!
Rebekah, thanks so much for your comment.
I can’t express how much this resonates. I just keep reading it over and over. Thank you.
Those three sentences express a great deal to me, Jamie. Thank you too.
Awesome
Hi, Heather. Thank you!
Absolutely love this. Keeping it for my rereads and future quotes.
Have a wonderful day Miranda Sent from my iPhone
Thank you for stopping by, Miranda!
Wow! This is deep good stuff!
Thank you, Paula.
I’m wondering what it is you love about him. Or do you love life, the universe, the wind?
Because those things are mutually exclusive?
No.
Thanks for your reply, Sarah. Yes, of course loving God and loving the universe don’t have to be mutually exclusive. I was simply trying to understand whether The Beautiful Due’ s idea of God included something more than the universe and, if so, whether he loves something about that “moreness” and, if so, what that is. I’m not trying to argue with you or him, just trying to understand.
Hi, Dale. Thanks for reading and wondering. The moreness? To borrow Rilke’s words it is the ‘infinitely tender hand’ that I have learned and continue to learn to love.
Thanks. What’s not to love about that?! 🙂
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This is beautiful and I thank you for it.
Thank you, Elizabeth.
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