Hold Close the Darkening Moment
So precious, gifts of God.
So shocking, lessons of God.
So denied, those lessons.
Daily I marvel at how wrong I was.
How right have been shown my understandings of
God.
How pathetically wrong my estimation of humanity.
It all compounds of course,
a mother's abuse,
well justified guilt,
overwhelming opportunities,
irresistible opportunities,
unbidden opportunities.
I await the sudden sunrise,
and hold close the darkening moment.
Touch Eternal
So precious, so precious.
Warm, soft, fuzzy, miraculous gift of God,
watching the screen in the dark as I type.
Intense, this awareness of touch.
Peace, calm peace,
before another day in the world.
A cord connecting that moment past,
A song connecting to that moment past,
All focused, all coalescing, in this moment.
Always surprising, the revelations of presence.
Never bidden, pure gift, a precursor to
timelessness
when all will be gift, pure gift,
finally, finally aware that
nothing is of our own.
Rippling breath,
abiding touch,
touch of the angels,
when all will be touch,
enduring touch,
connecting the then
to a timeless now,
connection
across a no longer extant space,
separation no longer possible.
The briefest of eternal previews
enters even here,
even in this world,
in defiance of the illusion of time,
a deep and penetrating glimpse,
a gift, unbidden, unsought,
for you cannot seek
what you cannot imagine.
Touch - warm, soft, all encompassing,
teaching its gentle lesson
of what will be and is,
when touch will no longer
be localized and momentary,
but enduring, unending,
never again to seemingly end,
but always building, ever growing,
life finally come even to us.
There is no sharing of this experience,
no words can convey
the meaning of touch
that fills and fulfills.
"Touch" seems
so physical, so carnal, so temporal.
How can it possibly convey anything eternal?
Yet in that moment of warmth and softness,
in a tiny contact,
all meaning and Purpose abide,
for a moment,
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