a stumbling towards grace

distance friend May 26, 2006

there are days, when i arise and contemplate the distinct color of my faith. on days when i am connected with god, i feel like orange, a sun orange, blazing with a passion that requires acknowledgement, attention and a degree of welcoming. when i am distant, i feel like the color of a dirty chalkboard, with remnants from past theological musings that are covered in swipes of doubt and distracting pornographic delusions, then there are days when i am yearning but distant and that is the color of raw meat, with its radiant blood pulsing red, stringed with pinkish tendons and lardish white…awaiting the broil conversion of faith…when i am deeply in meditative i am the color of night fog that requires a protective squint to see and to wait till the fog passes for arrival….this alerts me to the quantitative sounds of that whisper. when i am resting in grace, that is when there is the myriad of all these colors converge into a mosaic that is my faith…it is authentic and requires all these colors to depict who I am. a work of colors of which shades evades the containment of just….

one….

color…

it is incomplete but pregnant with beauty