But I Said The Wrong Word…

Where does the connection fray?

When does the dissonance start?

The spark that found fuel,

Only to linger unused

In the gelid desert dark

But I said the wrong word

Or maybe just what you heard

Left you running a familiar course

Down a hall of locked doors

The memory of battered remorse

Barriers appear unbidden

Impenetrable when defended within

With gate barred, though pried

Leads not to warring, but stillness

Retreat from hopeful resilience

But I said the wrong word

Or maybe just what you heard

Left you running a familiar course

Down a hall of locked doors

The memory of battered remorse

God…

(Another project for one of my classes. We were supposed to write a paragraph about our current image of God. I wrote this instead.)

God…

Male…

Female…

Dissonant and unreachable…

Harmonious and ever-near…

Blues and Rock…

Classical and Waltz…

Lover…

Judge…

White…

Black…

Chartreuse…

 

Lion…

Lamb…

Impregnable…

Vulnerable…

Plains and savannah…

Mountains and ocean…

Oxygen…

Hydrogen…

Mercury…

 

Artist…

Accountant…

Welder…

Potter…

Carpenter…

King…

Enemy of the State…

Storyteller…

The original Rocket Scientist…

The Immovable Rock who is moved by love for us.

Be Perfect…

“Be perfect…”

“As Father is perfect…”

Perfect?

According to the definition of whom?

“As FATHER is perfect…”

Perfect… as designed…

Perfect… representation…

Perfect… Image bearer…

Perfect love… Perfect anger…

Distinctive… yet unobtrusive…

Creative… yet practical…

Joyful… yet mournful…

Broken… yet healthy…

Dead… yet living…

Stable… yet spontaneous…

Justice… Grace…

Unified… yet separate…

Lion… Lamb…

Peaceful Warrior…

Sunshine… yet raining…

Love enemies… Love friends…

Giving… yet receiving…

Always dying… Always resurrecting…

Testosterone and Estrogen…

Sinful… yet righteous…

Perfect design… Perfect mess…

Chaos… Structure…

Perfectly weak… Perfectly strong…

Servant… Manager…

Quiet… Raucous…

Silent… Exuberant…

Active Resting…

Action…

Rest…

Intense… Patient…

Deep… Shallow…

Simple… Complex…

Persuasive… Laid back…

Convicted… Released…

 

(Based on Matthew 5: 43-48.)

 

She…

She

I am convinced that God IS both

male and female…

father and mother…

sister and brother…

bride and bridegroom…

I will confess to you that throughout my life, there has
been an inward search…

outwardly also, when young…

and now again, while older…

for a perfect woman.
Maybe not perfect for someone else,

but perfect for me…

One who would love my strengths,

celebrate them, while also,

telling me,

showing me,

helping me

dig them from the depths of Imago Dei which I keep deeply buried within my own shame.

A woman who could reach within the defensiveness of my

embarrassment and resistance

to touch the pain connected to my weakness. To caress it with

the kindness,

the gentleness,

the sweetness,

of grace.

A woman of beauty whose sensuality flows from mountains of passion which teem with

life-giving and affirming

abundance.

Who is unafraid to lay bare

before me,

beside me,

beneath me.

A woman of intelligence, without the need to degrade my own;
not threatened by my masculinity,

yet smiles

when I express my own feminine side.

Yes, the woman in my dreams…

in my heart…

for which my soul longs…

and my eyes search…

I am finding…

Is God…

Yet…

I still long to be held…

to be hugged…

for a smile…

for the music of laughter…

as a foretaste…

of Home.