Something Real

How often can a person sing about redemption without ever believing it for themselves? I see broken people pretend to be healed, turning circles in the make believe dress, and drowning empty’s echo with religious propaganda. How many times can you wipe yourself down with dollar store healing waters without ever letting the real tsunami inside? I see desperate people close their eyes and sway like they’re slow dancing with a cartoon version of the spirit instead of waiting in patient honesty. How many times can you recite the script before the words lose their meaning and the fire you refuse to let in scalds your skin thick? I hear people say the words that ended the War, but the contextual inflection reveals the incomprehension and makes the words ping out of tune.

There is a Roar so deep that we have to train our ears to hear it. There is a Presence that so permeates all of existence that we have to train our eyes to see it. Like fascia over muscle, the sea swelling around the continents, and black matter encasing reflected light, we miss the whole picture by focusing on only what we understand. It could swallow us in an instant, but instead it knocks. That which connects and holds us all in place is knocking on every door to your inner most and asking for your utmost. There is an enlightened awareness that renders everything you know to be just an elementary introduction to the big picture.

It’s like fighting to stay in a dream so you can finish the task. Open yourself up to be really awakened. You’re not going to miss anything…

Those who were never told of him—
    they’ll see him!
Those who’ve never heard of him—
    they’ll get the message! -Romans 15:21 MSG

Serena Woods