They are large enough to hold us—God’s hands—supple enough to awaken inside the tender parts of our hearts. They beat, a single rhythm with a pulse keeping alive the All that is when God breathes. Here, this is my gift to you. It is the body from which I partake. Here, this is my gift to you. It is the blood from which you drink. … Continue reading A single wish
I have followed you there within and you have shown me the light of the way, that when I follow I arrive. I see every moment of my listening as a gift where all doors open to me and the key of access extended. In my wake, I reach. I contemplate you that I might share in divine intimacy. In my slumber do you reveal … Continue reading Hallelujah
What of the earth calls for us when our hands touch ground and we inhale the scent of rain having left a part of itself? Prostration. The below is the above. All things a reflection through the eyes of the one who Sees. We prostrate that we might return again to the Source. On our knees are we found. It is the seat of worship. … Continue reading Altar call
I looked for you. The miles many until the road curved and the light revealed itself, like a moon full. This is what happens when you enter. You arrive. The journey but a moment in time, though decades have called me. They have named me. And only you know the language hidden between lines before the gray turns black and the white shows. Then you … Continue reading The Sustenance of God
How far do I go inside? How deep the waters that cover me. I am lost there in the sinking drown. I’ve swam beyond my ability to swim. I’ve reached shores that have drifted there in the distance/away. I’ve been alone in my aloneness. I’ve visited the inside where the dark of the cave reflected light/your voice heard/thunder rolling skies. The echo of my soul reverberating … Continue reading Humility
Kissiah Young, MSW 