Frontier

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The wilderness is the space to which I must go, the desert, 

to reclaim what the locusts have eaten. 

What is truly me, the real self.

To reclaim my destiny in Christ. 

The “something special” I am to do, yet first must be.

This exploration toward a “consonant soul” is the best journey, 

    The most authentic one, the one that is distinctly mine.

There are new frontiers I must traverse,

    These interstitial spaces between here and there.

To embrace a lovely emptiness,

    The fast of a loved-man life.

The rarity of personal vision that incorporates the whole world,

    Yet is itself encapsulated in the smallest detail of creation.

This rare form of sight,

    In beauty-love is now so needed, ever shall be, 

        World without end. Amen.

The music of the spheres, the rhythms of the perichoresis,

    Embedded in creation, this is heavenly,

        This bears all pursuit, all deep longing,

            All joyful breath and smile.

To this I dedicate and commit;

    My life a broken road, a path strewn with wreckage-tears

        Yet about to be released into eternity still temporal.

***

All breath, all wonder,

    All uncovering, illumination.

        Poiema.

Deep words: to utter is to root in etymology

    Wide pregnant meanings that

        Rattle the soul and titillate the senses.

A lifetime of joyous exploring where others dare not,

    Will not go, fearing what will find them gasping, unawares.

Footpaths dim and old,

    Beauty in the trodden soul of grown things past.

No happiness not spiritual;

    No connection not laden with golden dreams 

of perfect “now”, forever then.

Release, my soul, find pinions grand to bear

to sun on playful wind.

Make me more in less, 

You in me, I in You.

Blessed be the rhythms that guard our sanity 

and our ember light inside;

        Our fire in the night.

Clouds roll.           

Jesus reigns.

To trust the voice God granted deep down to speak,

    To fulfill all prophetic word,

        To be that bridge to prodigals lunging homeward

            For sheer beauty and longing

grace and compassion.

Recovering the wonder of creation re-created, to 

inhale the grace, the endless mercy.

An experience, a great exploration that 

    Leads

        Inexorably

            Toward

                That

                    Cascade

                Of

            Streams

        That

    Longingly

Visit

Home.        True Home.         True Father.        True Love.

Hallelu-Jah.

***

Hold me here Great Spirit 

NOW

        Forever.

GLORY!

May 2022