Friday, June 22, 2012

The Greater Mystery

The Lord's are the earth and its fullness;
   the world and those who dwell in it.
                                                         Psalm 24

Traveling home, late, while the stars were unraveling over us in the deepening blue dusk.  Our headlights shining into the darkness, making a weak and small carving; a temporary refuge: an opening out into a vast unknown and immensity of God flinging over us, each night, the flecks of far away fires. 

Coming home in the darkness with my small children, locking the chickens in their coop, gathering in the moment with our arms full of stuff while gazing up through all the mythology at the inexplicable mysteries we are pitched and must grow comfortable with.

How we are standing here in the quiet multitudes of beauty, starlight haze
and fireflies studding the deep
cerulean  fields,
catches my heart, loops my breathing.

Just being in Christ is enough, is everything, is love calling out in the moment like a solitary night bird.

Pointing out the dippers, scorpio’s tale, the summer triangle,
a swan, a queen,
as my arms, emptying, hold
the greater mystery;
a child and love.

1 comment:

  1. Aaah, so lovely. Your words and the image they paint are a breath of fresh air!