Beyond faith
No man sees My face and lives, God told Moses.
Who I’ve been told (and
accept by faith) I truly am.
To get to the truth, I must move
beyond faith (and self) –
death a requirement, a
divestiture
of who I have ever in this
lifetime
taken myself to be, every
drop and whit,
wont and whim, every ache and
fancy
of the pretender who bears my
name and history.
To look then into the eyes of
my Beloved,
hand Him myself the sword
of which I have been so long
afraid.
O child of God, make use of
every holy word
and image to spur you on
toward the precipice.
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