The Great Mystery Went to Church One Day by Carol Hannum
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The Great Mystery
I am brimming with wonder today. I fill my mind with that instead of what I think I know.
wonder is empty and offers a place where the heart can go.
I know about everything does not stir my heart. even saying “Sacred Geometry” to a pinecone does not stir my heart, but listening to a sunflower breathing and watching the agreements made by starlings waving then shifting in the sun stir my heart.
wonder is a question written in a cloud that does not ever ask for an answer.
answers to questions are only pacifiers to the suckling mind. what is true is the tale told by the barn owl outside my window and the music of tiny green frogs in the cool reeds of an ancient pool.
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Went to Church One Day
After many years went to church which didn’t help my hangover any. Headache and knees on hard board spine folding up listening to words like “sin” right and left hand of God then “Holy Spirit” a puzzle in my head. I stop figuring. I feel like everyone here is looking for God somewhere walking through hip-high mud when God, very simply is hidden in the latticework of the atom. Oh, but that’s not really simple. God is their daddy look-alike. Meanwhile the God I know is smiling inside all of the smallest chambers of every cell.
