Vanished
Vanished
“God, God…”
This, a name
shouted in the
frigid night.
“God” (Perhaps you, too
have called except
by a different name).
God…a word taught
to me from
my youth.
For so long I sought,
waited, longed for
and I cried out all
the more…”God.”
Now, a rush of
blustery wind
sweeps the ‘word’
I desperately seek…
“Come, come” but
instead ‘God’
vanishes like a
feather caught in
the wind.
I, now, fall to my
knees laughing.
Yes, laughing.
I have become
as if drunk—
intoxicated by
this name that has
vanished
for I have discovered
you in every living being.
I am drenched in love
frozen and still warmed
by God’s disappearance.
You have vanished into
“EVERYTHING“…
Even what cannot be
seen~~~ I see.
Are you laughing
with me?
Go out…out
‘into’ the temple
where creation exists.
Catch your breath
call out a name…
Pray it vanishes—
Everything you once
believed.
Now—you are free
only to Love.
I really like this poem, friend. I have been reading a lot about Ignatian spirituality, and this piece of writing reminds me of that. I need to see God’s face in EVERYTHING. I need to experience the sacred in the ordinary reality that is my life.
I especially like the photo accompanying your poem. It reminds me of the famous piece called Footprints “for that is when I carried you.” But it also reminds me that God does not walk ahead of me, or behind me, but WITH me on this journey called life.
Ann
Thank you dear friend for your ‘constant’ presence and your depth. It is ‘GOOD’ to share in life’s journey with you!