so much more

I wrote this poem in July of 2019 during a period of hyperactivity. I remember during a busy home renovation I slept for four hours in four days. When I am in that phase, there is no talking me out of it. Often, in hindsight, I will realize I wasn't myself, but I felt GOOD.

I may feel superhuman, have a sense of being more spiritually connected to God and more insightful in my relationships. I answered my own questions when I wrote this poem.

My questions were, "Does the Divine make room for my temporary flights from reality? Does He/She live in the moment with me and enjoy my bursts of strength?"

The ultimate question is "Am I safe?"

I believe I am perfectly in God's care whether I am soundly grounded in reality or in flight. I am safe because I am deeply loved, perfectly understood and fully known.

so much more

Does God allow Himself a quizzical look, a bemused smile?

Does the Keeper of Reality find the psychotic mind fascinating?

Does the Singer of Song suspend a note…..and pause?

Does the Thoughtful One receive manic meditation as a gift?

Does He celebrate tasks done or wish to tuck His child into bed?

Does God run with us, or does He contain our running?

Does He discern the line between deep spirituality and the fragile mind?

God does all and so much more.

(07/19)

Much like we accept the love of a child whether the child is pretending to be a princess or Spiderman. We do not ask a child to put on more sensible clothing before coming to play, we play along for the JOY of it. We enter in because we want to see the world through their eyes.

The ancient text says, "If I ride the wings of the morning if I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me, and your strength will support me."

I believe this to be true. All and so much more.

Selah (breathe).