What do you pray to God for?

What do you utter on your lonely encounters with your piece of God?

What do you ask of yourself?

 

I feel solid and light - here and there - nowhere.

I can’t be one thing any more.

I’m everything to everyone and nothing to nothing - dust to dust.

When you reach a place of grace the lights go out.

You can’t see, you can’t talk as words have no value in the presence of grace.

Brick walls become permeable to the red rose –

hardness turns into softness and softness into hardness.

There is no fixed point in grace to hang on to.

 

God is calling himself back in

and you are part of his being that is longing for wholeness.

People exist as God.

Tanis M.