Worship

Hallelujah (Audio)

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Moving between the extremes

Softness, tenderness calls like a siren toward the rocks

Fierce anger rises with power cutting through the vulnerability

Neither place is true

Both snapshots of experience taken out of time

The truth lies in the tension of love and hate, sweetness and rage

He said “There are cracks in everything but that’s how the light get in”

I begin to see

Though perhaps only dimly, through the haze

The hallelujah erupts from a well too deep for words

The holy scar is opened between the sacred and the profane

Glorious it rises transporting the soul back to the Maker

That sweet, powerful, fierce place where once I dwelt

And will return to somehow

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Hallelujah . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Soft                                                         Callous

. . . . . . Sweetness . . . . . . . . . . Passion . . . . . . . .

 

The Artist (Audio)

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The artist seeks to construct, enact, or proclaim

A construal of Reality and their relation to It

They carve out a sacred holy space where

Eternity can fleetingly inhabit time

The response, the praise

The worship, the erupting “Yes” is

The acknowledgement of a reality

Whose contingency lies

Beyond the everyday, the mundane

A frequency resonate with the soul

Which calls from beyond the shadows of the senses

 

Oceans (where feet may fail) – Reposted for a Friend

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Perhaps it is that when one feels washed overboard, afraid, exhausted, and without a raft there is something in the depths of grace for us there.  Perhaps the raft is what keeps us from knowing.  Blessings, sweetness, and understanding that you are not alone.

Whatever flavor of spirituality that you may tend toward there is a depth and beauty in this.  All poetry is metaphor anyway.  Hold them lightly or risk their death.  Where there is beauty there is the perfume of truth.  It resonated with my soul from that place in me that is too deep for words.  It allowed me to weep.  That is a good gift for a hardened sometimes stupid man like me. 🙂  Maybe my chakra thingy is better for it.  Blessings on your quest for the One who is beyond all metaphor.