Even in stillness, there might be no quietness to be found! Even in what we call quietness, there may not be a stillness. In what we grasp by our perception of light and sound and time, we might find that we know more than we think, merely by observing quietly what lies around us. In the dark of night... or even in the light of day!
In listening for the voice of God, I find that it is good to get away to some room or at least to some frame of mind, where I can observe stillness without interruption. Because in the stillness of at least some degree of quietness, His voice can come to me through my senses, or by intelligent mind-to-mind communicating.
God works that way, you know.
We do not have to search with a lot of work in it, to find Him seeking us too.
He is as close, as near to us as a whispered prayer, a cry, a plea for His presence to help calm my unsettled thoughts! His wish, His will, His plan and design, is for a relationship with me and with you, that reassures and comforts- and then begins to educate us.
Truth be known, it is His desire for us, to find comfort in Him, an assurance that we can be right where we need to be with Him- at any moment in time, any place where there is my loneliness or my need of Him to dip His fingers into my heart and press His love upon me. Taken away by such rapture, I know His peace like a river. I don't have to do anything right then but bask in His love.
Monday, May 28, 2007
LIGHT AND SHADOW
The imagery of one's home in the middle of the night, when one walks from room to room without lights on, becomes a background of skylines within other lines and spheres. I walk from room to room... a light on at my desk, in another room, and there is a cavern of books, toys and an odd eclectic collection of imagery which become a reflection of me, shadowed upon shadows.
After brushing my teeth and preparing for bed, I take the one-use camera to the office and, in the dark, with the cavernous shadow on my desk, I take its picture... twice.
Dripping with the blood of time, she reclines in the strange layer of lights which move around me. Shadow, lying there in half of a half-dark bank, knows only what is shared audibly with her.
Shadow, he says, your caress has haunted me since we lay together earlier in the evening, and I must be off to the auspicious sound of your breathing upon my dreamland!
Light, says shadow to me, the sweet musk of your dawns'coming with the hours of earlier than early, and your breath upon my neck devours my wakefulness and I really must join you in dreamland!
After brushing my teeth and preparing for bed, I take the one-use camera to the office and, in the dark, with the cavernous shadow on my desk, I take its picture... twice.
Dripping with the blood of time, she reclines in the strange layer of lights which move around me. Shadow, lying there in half of a half-dark bank, knows only what is shared audibly with her.
Shadow, he says, your caress has haunted me since we lay together earlier in the evening, and I must be off to the auspicious sound of your breathing upon my dreamland!
Light, says shadow to me, the sweet musk of your dawns'coming with the hours of earlier than early, and your breath upon my neck devours my wakefulness and I really must join you in dreamland!
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