Where She Waits…

Although we contain God’s Image,
We cannot possess eternity.
Shown only in humility,
Given more so in gratitude.
To the prayerful seeking,
Venturing into inner stillness,
She waits listening,
Generously breastfeeding,
Filling hungry souls,
In sufficiency,
Her Wisdom,
Spilling
down
our cheeks,
Until satisfied.
Nurtured in bliss
Nuzzelled within Her.
She is my most intimate,
My Omnicient Identity,
My untrammeled beatification,
All-Knowing witness,
Ever-Searching every thought,
All my worthy desires and inspirations.
She is my Unblemished Ego,
My soul and guardian.
Whispering encouragement
Always drawing me closer,
seeking the sacred in another.
Forcing my knowing to behold in others,
What can only be contained; never possessed.
She is the wild purity of my God,
An impervious compass,
pointing Heavenward,
Waiting patiently for my fiat.
When I find the frayed threads of my ends,
It is then I hear Her invitation,
Beckoning me home,
Into the safe harbor of warm Hope.
My Impenetrable high tower,
of ultimate rescue,
And it is here,
In Her Virgin Womb,
Where I can be,
Truly be…
Still and
Know
God.

Chris Clody
12/7/20

Wonder-Fall!

If we ponder the mother of wisdom, we are led to the nursery of wonder. Epiphanies burst with the fire of soul-searching awe lit by nature’s cauldron of multicolored dimensions. Why is the heart stilled and breath stolen in its quiet majesty? Is there a secret condescension of grace the reorients and guards our trampled humility?  We train our eyes inwards and downcast convinced we know the way.  Yet we are called by an ‘other’.  The human experience is undeniably but gently pulled by heart and soul. Both easily victimized by the magnetism of some familiar love that’sets both distant and near; both ancient and ever-present. To where shall we run? Nowhere. Humanity makes great strides to understand the physical laws that hold true to form and function governing our microscopic to macroscopic worlds.  Still every beautiful mind committed to study either th social of scienctific backbones of our reality are still left incomplete and struglling to negotiate the terms of our full purpose and evolution.  Whether perceptible or not, our restless condition inspires some to either press on or desperately seek a temporary anesthetic.  With each breaking of dawn’s reddish rays that light our curiosity we choose to answer the pangs of wonder as we sip our morning coffee.  Everyday many of us turn on our brains to accept the day’s onslaught of data in an attempt to assemble knowledge. Knowledge is good and offers a few the power and confidence to risk a new approach.  Like an athlete in need of a coach, knowledge begs to be mentored by wisdom. If we dare to follow the prompts of wonder, I believe we not only make space for wisdom but even the engine that drives our evolution; love.  There is no greater force than love.  It has no equal. It does not negotiate.  Love has no regret or need of explanation.  Love is however controlled by an inherent will to accept it like the crisp inhale of fall air.  I wonder if humanity will fully choose to accept that the reality of everything experienced by our five senses is simply a means and that love is truly the way.

Just wondering…

Peace,

Chris

Pain and Purpose

Although suffering apparently has its favorites, it eventually becomes an equal opportunity offering to all. 

If the beginning of wisdom is fear, then we should tremble at the intense beneficence radiating from God through our suffering.  It is the comfort of Christian reality that reveals a purpose to suffering. 

From the outside, stained-glass looks lifeless, useless and dull.  However, standing in the aisle of a church while colored rays transform a space into a silent spectrum of beauty, the liberating capacity of stained-glass finds its ultimate purpose.   So it is with the tribulation that rips us from our predictable lifestyle and stresses our faith towards an uncompromised relationship of trust.  The mere pondering of our future suffering begs our personal investment of faith and our obedience to its message of hope.  Without faith, suffering is avoided at all costs at maintaining one’s comfort.  With faith, the pain is just as intolerable but offers a bucket for our tears, a pillow for our screams, and a merciful hand to pull us through with purpose.  God willing tomorrow is just an extension of yesterday’s predictability.  However, if suffering finds me, I will first give thanks to the One who offers hope through this valley of tears.

Seek Peace,

Chris

Glory Be

 

Scattered thoughts

Scattered dreams,

Push me past the point to scream.

Memories –

Confused and dim,

My Hope and Faith marred by sin;

Yet,

My prayer begins…

 

Glory Be…

To the Father that holds me near,

Who sees past my dim veneer.

Glory Be…

To the Son standing in my midst,

Whose piercings bear the sins I list.

Glory Be…

To the Spirit that draws my soul,

Who rends a diamond from sin’s coal.

 

Holy Father, Spirit, Son,

Help me live what you begun.

Light my every patient step,

For the things I can’t accept.

Holy Father, Spirit, Son,

Thank you for a love I can’t outrun.

 

©2011 by Chris Clody 10/5/2011

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