You desire truth in the inward being;
therefore teach me wisdom in my secret heart.
—Psalm 51.6
Let me sit and watch my inward city,
come to know what lies within, unseen,
the wholeness of the truth of me,
the teeming population
and all their wounds and dances,
all their ancient stories, and love them.
To behold the whole landscape of me,
mountains with memory of seas,
the river of things I’ve done, and not,
and those once done to me.
To come to know the microbiome
of my inward being, the living things
and how they tangle in the jungle of my will.
The beauty and violence, the family bonds
of the wolves who live there.
The creatures that survive by deceit.
The worms that work the sin
and turn it soon enough to soil.
The moss and lichens that fur the stone to sand.
The tendency of all, when left, to rot and rest,
and rise again transformed.
To embrace the mystery, seething,
the underground reaching and touching,
the flowing through the air of life,
the germ and spore, the spirit of it all,
the whole body of my soul.
Teach me, not to pretend to understand,
but to silently witness, to wonder, to trust you there,
and to live wise to that mystery,
true to the grace that flourishes there.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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