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Posted by Chuck Link
May 21, 2012 -
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Among the silence heard in the sound of her voice within me.
The silence of the chaos enables me to wrestle with the mystery;
If I AM created in the image of a GOD who’s Spirits stirs to me to fear
Who’s voice is formed in a shame based religion and its dire history
I want to hold the traditions of the past and a doctrine that is clear
I fear the freedom of letting go, surrendering to the silence within
I continually feed my ego’s need of salvation and remaining in control
As if I seek something outside of myself to free me from my internal den
Or an eternal gate keeper, separating me because I can’t afford the toll
This darkness that inhabits me is the very thing I seek to destroy
This grim reaper of death, darkness, sinfulness is my disease
As if the GOD I serve is some cosmic child and I am its cherished toy
It has becomes a burden of service seen a childish GOD I need to please
So in my quiet moment, I become awakened to the unknowable, since
finding myself is discovered in my neediness of wanting to be loved
My yearning which is discovered in this loneliness of the absence
is made know in the desire born within my soul, formed from above.
A mystery of a GOD who is discovered in the very passion of my sin.
It is in the reality of the NOW there is no past or future beginning or end.
