A word, a song, a poem, a picture…
My theological positions catch all the loose reasoning threads,
and I am satisfied,
maybe even smug,
that I have things all figured out—life and God all figured out.
But when my pain is greater than my doctrine
and my panic stronger than my syllogisms,
I feel more infidel than faithful.
more unsettled than sure.
When the press is great and the rescue far off, help me not to fail but fall—
fall into You.
Without this falling, I will free-fall and be lost.
To Fall Into You
Lovely sculptures and words, Lilly.
ReplyDeleteThanks. It's a nice place to breathe in . . . and shoot pics, too.
DeleteVery powerful statue, and words! I can see the longing in it!!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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