I am so humbled
by the realization
that all I believe about God,
all I think about God,
is wrong,
or, at least,
inadequate,
insufficient,
partial.
The Infinite
cannot fit
in this small, limited brain of mine.
My understanding
holds as much as a shot glass;
God is the entire bar.
I can carry my little shot glass
to the edge of the the ocean
and look out at its immensity
or wonder at its unknown depths:
over here, my shot glass
over there, the ocean
over here, what I think about God
over there, God
I can take my tiny shot glass
and head out
to look at the vastness
of the night sky,
its billions upon billions
of galaxies, stars, planets:
over here, my shot glass
up there, the universe
over here, what I believe about God
up there (and everywhere) God
And yet the Infinite fits the confines of my soul,
expands those confines to merge with it,
One with it.
This is beyond my understanding,
beyond my believing,
certainly beyond my defining, containing, structuring...
blah, blah, blah.
So. Very. Humbling.
I really don't understand,
and I am okay with that.
I return the shot glass to the counter
and slip, fall back into soul,
into God--
whomever, whatever, whenever, whyever--
back into God.
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