Sheer Silence
like walking through
a muddy field
each step requires
extraordinary effort
with languishing sound
the worn old boot pulls
up from the muck...
sucking, slurping
like dirt and water
the muck a mixture
of fine, comfortable words
good intentions and faith
this mired path meanders
through the field of freedom
between the rock of beginnings
and the infinite horizon
I want to take off
my boots and run
with reckless abandon
toward that distant clearing
where words are few
and when spoken shimmer
with luminescent transparency
settling gently into the soul’s hearing
1 Kings 19:12
. . . but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a sound of sheer silence.
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I've been wrestling with the thickness or stickiness that I feel around me.
There is so much that needs to be deconstructed to allow the Real to break through into our lives.
I long for more thin places where there is less to peel away.
Language is so important... I think I have a sort of love hate relationship with words. I'm a preacher, so words are pretty important. But, as illustrated below, words can only take us so far on the journey of transformation. Unless we come to terms with this, we will remain stuck in our little story, arguing about which words are right, agreeing on definitions, and contributing to that "thickness" that can prevent any real change from occurring.

Again, Terry, thank you for the beautiful words that challenge me to think and dig deeper. Love you much!!
Posted by: Janice Pugliese | November 02, 2009 at 08:02 PM