Presence

I’ve been thinking a lot of late about meaning and purpose.

The problem for me in much of revealed religion is how a cosmic plan is laid out that puts everything into place. The reason that its a problem is that these plans don’t seem to map with the reality I witness every day….

After many, many years on the sacred way for me meaning and purpose wasn’t found in a story, although many stories pointed to that meaning and purpose.

Rather what I’ve found is all the terrible things, all the lovely things, every blessed thing is reconciled in presence.

And in that moment of presence

sometimes an awful presence

sometimes more sweet than can be spoken

as a human being sometimes it feels my heart puts a face on it

a human face

even knowing that it isn’t really right, it’s bigger, so much bigger

and how in that presence the stories burn away

and yet, still, the heart must sing…

And so I find myself, today, turning to that person who many have called the only Christian, who sings that face so profoundly, so powerfully…