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Transferring a couple of posts from an old blog to this one. This is a repost from 2006.
“Some are able to use their anger
as a bridge back to God,
but many more set their bridges on fire,
denying the presence of God
with all the fury of a rejected lover.”*
…………………………
You drove me to this –
night after night, sitting up late
expecting you to come home.
It was the distance that pushed me
farther away
A companion desired
A lover expected
A cold shoulder received
My vioce echoing into the emptiness
!I HATE YOU!
But it’s all a lie
For hate betrays the Truth
My heart seeks to embrace
And the anger –
marking the betrayal
Of Your torturous silence.
…………………………
And yet it was Your grace that filled the silence
Your love impregnating the stillness
Your care engulfing my ignorance
Your steadfast devotion
That turned a deaf ear
to selfish, egocentric vanity
It was grace that You did not answer
With words that would peirce
Despite their unavoidable truth:
“I didn’t go anywhere;
It was you that moved.”
Yes, I am thankful
For the silence
*Opening quote from The Preaching Life by Barbara Brown Taylor
poem written by Steven Norris, 2006