Flying into the Face of God

Into that sighing Presence…

Many times in this life
you will fly into the face of God,
holding onto a cord attached to no where at the other end.

You will shake your fists,
your eyes will roll,
foam will seep from your mouth:  your anger, despair.

Then:  God’s quiet sigh.

By instinct you will turn                                                                                                                                           toward that long sigh, you, spent and wondering.

In the depths of wonder you will find                                                                                                                there is another way:

to walk, feet firmly planted on earth, one foot stretching out in front of the other,                      head up – slowly now –                                                                                                                                             into that sighing Presence.

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