The Mystic’s Conundrum
Copyright Lauri Ann Lumby
Once we have seen the face of God,
Everything by comparison pales.
The whole world lacks luster
Melancholy defining the human condition.
Longing replacing enjoyment
Ever yearning our heart’s return.
“Why can’t it be like that all the time?”
We achingly wonder,
Comparing earth to heaven
Forgetting that it is for earth that we are here,
And to heaven that we shall return,
Understanding why the ancients said,
“You cannot see the face of God and live.”
For life no longer feels like living.
But when we cease the comparison,
That the glimpse of God was only a glimpse,
A gift that’s rarely given,
And one most will never know,
Remembering why we are here:
To love the human condition,
Accepting it for what it is – painful, despairing, filled with hatred, violence,
suffering and loss.
Allowing ourselves to be with what we otherwise want to reject,
believing “this cannot be God.”
HERE is where we find God,
No longer distant, rare or separate,
But right here in the midst of the human condition
For HERE, there is nothing that is not God.