The spiritual life is a dialog. I read a German Christian theologian, Edward Schillebeeckx. He basically said among other things, if I don't have a God who answers, then get a new God. What he meant of course is that in the expanding wisdom of the spiritual life, eventually a person finds his way close enough to understand the dynamic of the inbreath and outbreath. This is a result of the encounter with God. Intimacy is the basic capacity of the spirit. In this tone,
You have found me here.
Your sweet breath is on my neck.
I am not my own.
My heart has opened Your way.
My soul has changed before You.
I practiced so long.
You broke my frozen borders.
We meet in deep song.
Sometimes when I am playing keyboard or guitar, there is a moment like that.
This next one was written last September 11. But it was actually quite a long time ago that I got it that God is also infinite empathy. Thus without question
I am bewildered,
That more than anything else.
That's how I was born.
I saw the far towers fall,
Knew they were still occupied.
It's how I know God's
Eyes, like mine, fill with tears, spill.
God grieves, God still grieves.
The first line speaks of my bewilderment. I am completely sure that bewilderment was my first infantile and emotional response to life.
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