“From his heart shall spring….”- from mine shall well…
what wellings?-
Spirit, shadow,
grace and gunge,-
not ‘or’
but ‘and’:
what wonders well,
what woes?
Deep in the heart of me I recognise
though dimly yet
the certainty of God,
my Abba God/Creator God
at work and
bursting forth with
starbursts of surprises
joys and song,-
my effervescent ever-present God
in me
not ever ever fathomed
yet still welling, welling more…
Deep in this selfsame heart
I sense the depth of this
Self-seeking me,-
an Ego that is wrestling with its God
‘I will not serve!’.
There is a Welling here unfathomed too
that only He who made me, -loves me, rescued me, –
will truly know.
These are my daily ‘Wellings’,-,
Grace and
Gunge-
and He who holds this Me in being
knows them both.
If I can see them, live with them
in me
then when I come across them
in another
I will forgive
for I will know
these self-same Wellings
bursting forth
in me.
‘Wellings’, continued:
Compassion is what waits with expectation
for daily gifts of Wellings,
both of Spirit and of Shadow
in us both.
I am, and We are
loved.
(-on listening to a Jean Vanier tape)
