Wholeness

WHOLENESS

There is a space in God.

The Unknown and Unknowable leaves room

for my communion with Him. 

There is a space in God:

I am permitted to come in.

I nestle in the space,

And feel the enclosing warmth of mother love. 

I fill, and I am filled.

In the womb of God, I am secure:

I grow, I develop, I expand.

 There is an ever-open space in God.

I may crawl in, and curl up, shelter there.

Bathed in the water of life,

I feel the soaking up of brokenness and sin,

The absorbing of the wounding pain.

The open space enlarges as I stretch,

And gives me space to stretch some more.

I sense the touch of Love.

Love's fingers gently stroke my mind.

 I could lose myself in the many-folded depths of this space,

And stay submerged,

Self-indulgently sinking deeper into ecstasy.

I could contemplate,

And drift,

And rest here - no demands, no battles to be won. 

I dream, and fold my hands into a prayer.

But the cold light of the Daystar calls me into being.

First dawn of icy chill, and shrinking flesh

Wake and thrust me out,

And lead me to the way I am to walk. 

 

I find the space in God is freedom to become,

And to accept the one I am.

 

B. I. Hartless.

Written after reading Grace Jantzen's book Julian of Norwich