Quiet Explosions
Today is my umpteenth great awakening.
But who's to say for sure?
And who's even counting,
besides me and a few hopeful voyeurs?
God surely isn't counting,
watching me stand by the shore,
ever-reluctant to wade in.
I feel like a passive observer
needing to be reminded:
You're all in!
A great awakening is a seismic shift
in both thought and consciousness.
It comes unpredictably,
yet even more frequently
as lost truths are reclaimed.
Life is chaotic and tumultuous.
Before a new life can begin
death is assured.
So I pray I may allow myself
to be consumed in the fires
of each great awakening.
“As I lived up to the highest light I had, higher and higher light came to me.”
This poem was originally shared as part of Brian’s Daily Poems on August 22, 2020.
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