The lonely god
He does not ask for worship
I am compelled to sing in his silence;
Expending all for little, he never
Asks for my love, I give it
freely. And he will never love
me as he loves the idea—
the idea of unstoppable life.
I will follow for the crumbs,
picking up pieces of worlds,
peoples, fragments of his
spinning dreams. Turning
razor edges I will search
for myself among the rose
and ebony skin, the bride
and lover lost.
a thousand miles a minute,
through a million different worlds,
he brings me with him, an antidote
for what he lacks—for he
lacks
--the lonely god.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
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From Thomas Merton:
MY LORD GOD, I have no idea where I am going.I do not see the road ahead of me.I cannot know for certain where it will end.
Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you.
And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing.
I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.
And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it.
Therefore will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death.
I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.
- Thomas Merton, "Thoughts in Solitude"
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