Imagine David, dancing

Alone,
Could you imagine David dancing,
  naked
    in public,
     dancing under GOD
          and seen by all the people?

What kind of devotion is that!

This kind, perhaps:

“What would happen if I pursued God –
If I filled my pockets with openness,
Grabbed a thermos half full of fortitude,
And crawled into the cave of the Almighty
Nose first, eyes peeled, heart hesitantly following
Until I was face to face
With the raw, pulsing beat of Mystery?

What if I entered and it looked different
Than anyone ever described?
What if the cave was too large to be fully known,
Far too extensive to be comprehended by one person or group,
Too vast for one dogma or doctrine?

Would I shatter at such a thought?
Perish from paradox or puzzle?
Shrink and shrivel before the power?
Would God be diminished if I lived a question
Rather than a statement?
Would I lose my faith
As I discovered the magnitude of Grace?

O, for the willingness to explore
To leave my tiny vocabulary at the entrance
And stand before you naked
Stripped of pretenses and rigidity,
Disrobed of self righteousness and tidy packages,
Stripped of all that holds me at a distance from you
And your world.

Strip me, O God,
Then clothe me in curiosity and courage.”

– Cynthia Langston Kirk
© 2007 Living the Questions
“Stripped by GOD”

(My church is studying LIVING THE QUESTIONS: The Wisdom of Progressive Christianity, wherein that poem by Ms Kirk appears on pages 9-10, and which has brought me visions of David, dancing and naked and awake again in The Presence.)

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“God let me give you now this mind of dying

fevering me back

into consciousness of all I lack

and of that consciousness becoming proud:

There are keener griefs than God.

They come quietly, and in plain daylight,

leaving us with nothing, and the means to feel it.

My God my grief forgive my grief tamed in language

to a fear that I can bear.

Make of my anguish

more than I can make. Lord, hear my prayer.”

~Christian Wiman

via @itsalldhamma

This Mind of Dying