[My Post from a week ago]
more than anything more than the world, (there, there).
oh it's an "into the woods" song and here i am here i am, trying to write a poem, asking the LOrd, inviting the Lord, I have been asked the most highest task, to write a poem for the Easter service. the Service of my Church moving to another location, joing First Pres, 2 separate churches we remain, one mission.
how high of a task. how holy.
my mind is vacant, i keep pulling great beginnings of poems but i feel they are just myself trying to dig up. where is the annoited word of the lord? where is the whole message unbridled, bridled ready for my pouncing and deliviring up. delivering through. i told mmadda how i wanted it to be truly the word of the Lord, truly his message.
what does all this show me? how much i am a new creation, in that how i create is totally new. i do not create on these old devices, these whims, even these landslides of inspiration.
Nothing come. Words, all metaphoric, all pulling,
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God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You sent out beyond your recall, go the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror, Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. Rilke
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