Saturday, November 7, 2009

Your Lifting Capacity

This has been said so many beautiful ways and this is one of them. I have called it seeing with God's eyes. It changes things to know the world from this other position, oddly the same, the identical position to this one, and yet never easy to attain until you do. At that point you know how easy it is to reach it, so easy that you will be embarassed, but in a harmless way. Mostly joy and laughter rules in the birth of things, compassion in their ceasing.

Currently, I am in the darkness. Yet I remember.

"Shall I tell you the secret of the whole world? It is that we have only known the back of the world. We see everything from behind, and it looks brutal. That is not a tree, but the back of a tree. That is not a cloud, but the back of a cloud. Can't you see that everything is stooping and hiding a face? If we could only get round in front."
- G.K. Chesterton

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I am quite sure that not one of us can rise on his or her own. But this is paradoxical because in the end it is entirely up to us. Identity becomes something other than what we know. So does the emotional life. And like said above, we no longer come in through the back door, the servant's entrance, but through the front door, like the prodigal sons and daughters we are.

Your Lifting Capacity

You left mundane some
time ago, lifting your eyes,
your heart, your soul to
reach the rainbow prism
in the eye of God, well past
the rainy clots, spray
of worn out old words.

Look how you bring us along
with you as you go.

February 25, 2009 9:23 AM

4 comments:

  1. The Chesterton is wonderful. So's yours.

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  2. Beautiful poem.
    'seeing with God's eyes' or 'the secret of the world'. i like to call it; being in the knowing. But then what do i know? I was just fooled here this morning.
    When i am in the knowing, it all seems so simple, and i can't understand how i forgot. But still now, aware of the secret, there is still something of a feeling; maybe
    i am living in a pink cloud, fooling myself. Because the world from this point is, as you say, oddly the same.
    Nevertheless; thanks for lifting me.

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