In This Great Space

Way up high, above the clouds. I look down on bare land and see, through silver linings, seas shining, for me.  I look around edges, of sharp valleys, of pain, seaing, with deep waters, bordering, around me, waving mercies, stitching me in. this Space.  I am safe, here, hemmed in here, above the clouds.  Caught in this net.  Of Grace.  I look up, into spacious skies slivering, the moon face, watching me, watching, the silent sun shape, sitting. quietly. alone. hung on nothing.  Like the heavens and the earth and the sea.  Like me.  We all see.  we all hang on nothing.  Here.  In This Great Space.  

So vast and deep and wide, I can't help but know.  I know nothing.  Of Space.  Does it know me?  So vast and deep and wide.  We both are.  Empty, and full.  Of glory.  I can see, from where I am. clearly.  still.  Standing.  On top of Haleakala, in Maui.  Joy for me.  She is so firm, this island, under my feet.  where. I. still. after all of this time.  In this Same.  Great Space.  I.  am still. standing.  in it.  Dam.  It.

Can i Be Still

In The Midst

of all this? 

Great Space, a Place

for Pain?

So much pain. Where I sit. silently. alone. hung on nothing. like the sun.  like the heavens.  like the earth.  like the seas.  like me.  we.  are in labor.  Panging.  With the rhythm of Aloha.  Waving.  for mercies.  On top of a hill, in Missouri. 

And i am in awe

of the room

for Beauty

I find

found me

Here

In This Great Space

for Grace.

So much Grace here.  Where I stand.  where I sit.  where I lie down.  Resting. silently. alone. like the sun.  hung on nothing, like the heavens and the earth and the seas.  like me.  We all see.  All we can do.  really.  is.  Do nothing.  but.  Be.  Hang.  Here.  On nothing.  Resting.  to the sweet precious lovely rhythm of Aloha.  As Creation keeps singing.  Mercy.  Quietly.  Gently.  Softly.  Songs of Joy.  For me. 

On top of a sleeping volcano

In Maui.  I find Grace.  Maui Grace.  Here.

On top of a hill

In Missouri.  I find Grace.  Finds me.  Here.

And I am still

Dust and ash.  Hanging.  On nothing.  Like the sun.  In the air.  Like Vog.  With the heavens.  With the earth.  With the seas.  We are still.  Gravity.  So firm.  Under our feet.  We all see.  We are being.  Held.  Here.  

In This Great Space For Grace

Where I stand

Still  

An island

on a hill

In the land of the living

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