God
being God
A
dog chasing its tail –
such
is our search for God.
How
tenacious is the ignorance
that
cloaks the human mind!
I
was briefly allowed the illusion of liberty,
the
illusion of wandering a bit,
but
in Reality I’ve never left
God’s
fenced-in backyard –
never
a moment without His eye upon me;
His
hand upon my shoulder.
He
has allowed me a lifespan of explorations –
of
my world and my humanity,
of
my loneliness, longing and revelations,
of
my fragile attachments and fleeting delights,
all
seemingly essential components of my adventure.
I
might guess in my old age the whys and wherefores
but
in the end it is God’s secret and all I can
insipidly
suggest is that it’s merely God being God.
O
child of God, cease barking up the wrong tree.
Grow mute enough to
hear the voice within.
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