I always realized
only in part
as though through a glass
darkly.
But still I assumed
I could grasp
I could know
I assumed.
But now
not disillusioned
but in awe
amazed
on my knees
on my face
Who are you?
Can you be known?
You sent prophets
sent a Son
But still, assumptions
filters, worldview, beliefs
they block the truth with certainty
the light with blinding glare.
You.
I AM.
What more can be said?
What more can be known?
You hold our lives in your hands
demanding everything, yet nothing
while we play blindly with ignorance and certainty.
Even these words,
false, misleading,
noise.
Only in quietness,
in stillness,
You.
Open this space in my heart
I will meet you there.
YES! The more I study, the more I come back to this. He IS.