Sunday, April 17, 2011


A sort of poetic/prayerful reflection on the threatening nature of God.

I trade danger for distance
Not too close; easy, easy.
Your presence carries too much threat;
It is my undoing.

Drawing near risks everything;
All I have, all I am.
I must not lose it;
Everything must not change.

Arms length will suffice.
There you remain controllable,
Comfortable, amiable, nice.
Content at being thought of without being known.

Yet your danger is not so distant;
In my weaker moments it is even desirable.
Could it be that
the threat that is my undoing
is also my making?

Loss brings life, you say;
And the threat your presence poses is also a promise
That everything must change.
For good.

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