In the grip of meditation
Silence is a world of intrigue where
emotion can find refuge and pain is only registered where no one else can see
or feel it. The mind churns with thoughts tumbling in chaotic turbulence as the
conflict of reason and bafflement wages war within.
You have questions for which the
answers seem to be at the lips but the form of words that makes utterance
intelligible fails to find expression. Sometimes, you launch into glossolalia in a fervent cry from the core of your reins as you take your sheer humanity to the
place of succouring divinity.
You begin to write a Psalm of your own
situation like David did, so many times; this is where I am, but I know that even though it seems bleak and hopeless, goodness
and mercy follow me, all the days of my life. That is the story I will tell as
my mouth gets filled with testimonies of wonder, even my countenance exhibits the glow of brilliance that greets the dawning of a new day.
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