The Way

Up Ahead

Do you see what I see just up ahead? 

I see the end of this very long road. If I squint my eyes and crane my neck I can make out the very, very end – the place where the road stops for good. 

Dramatic? Perhaps, but it’s what I see. And it’s not a bad thing. No, not at all. Because this road doesn’t simply stop, though stopping is exactly what it does and it is a full and complete stop, but in its stopped-ness it gives way to something else taking its place. From its narrowness and its bound-ness, the road gives way to openness and fullness. Its turns and edges are gone. Its potholes and bumps are no more. The limitations and restrictions, inherent to a road, dissolve into all that is freedom. 

What I see up ahead is home. The place where all find their home, where the poor are no longer poor, the sick are no longer sick, the unloved, abandoned, rejected and lost are loved, rescued, accepted and found. Where the haughty bow in awe and the angry rejoice with jubilee. Where the unrighteous are made righteous. Where the hearts of darkness become the hearts of endless radiance. Home. 

It is justice in the best possible sense. Each man, woman, and child was made in the image of the Father and is his beloved, and as such is given the blessing of a child from the Father. The original state of who we were created to be is reinstated. The old becomes new. Evil is not just banished, but obliterated. Death dies. Life lives. 

Do you see what I see just up ahead?

Lac Leman, Switzerland

Seasick

Seasick of music

Notes crumpled together and floating 

In the same boat; a life raft cut 

From its ship drifting 

Off to the deepest, widest seas. 

Tossed and sinking, 

Filling with overflow and 

Undertow pulling 

It out farther still. 

Lost.

Waves

The waves of my heart

Pull me out to sea. 

I do not deny the ocean its power

Nor my feelings their strength.

Though I have tried. 

I have tried. 

I am helpless to them both.

Swept over by salty water,

Submerged by held-back tears,

I am inundated and overtaken;

Lost in the tumult of the storm; 

Confused by the swirling of the winds

And the twisting of my thoughts.

I am undone by them both.