Surely you have experienced what it is to move from one emotion to another?
Lately I have been struggling with this and doing so confuses me.
How is it that I can be confident one moment and swirling in chaos the next?
How is it that I can be content one moment and aching with unfulfilled desires the next?
How is it that God can see so close, so tangible one moment and completely lost to me the next?
Is God, as Rumi suggests, teaching me by means of opposites? And if He is, why do I feel so earthbound, so incapable of flight?
There is a word that encapsulates how I feel this morning and that word is, "moribund".
moribund
adj 1: not growing or changing; without force or vitality [syn: stagnant]
2: on the point of death; breathing your last; "a moribund
patient"; "the expiring man was carried home by his two
friends" [syn: expiring]
I feel moribund. I feel sucked of vitality. I feel unchanging. I feel as if I am breathing my last.....
And yet, at the same time, I sense that I am somehow pupating in the silence of some deep and mysterious change....
So you see, I am again moving from one feeling to another, from death to life; and yes, God is here too, teaching me by means of opposites.
And if I am only patient enough, I will eventually have wings to soar.
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