The Temporal Unhinged


A spectrogram of the phrase "I owe you"

A spectrogram of the phrase “I owe you” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As I reflect on what I have become, because the Living God has called me to dance for Him in “The way”, I see without perception.  He has granted me, and all His people, senses that yearn to grasp what man cannot perceive alone.

The things of man do not entice me anymore.  A language foreign dresses my tongue, often.  The “mind” He has granted seeks for what is unseen, unspoken, and unfelt.  I look for these things among those I meet.  I constantly look for the signs of brotherhood in a place of individualism.  I search for that unity of the Spirit of God among men.  Rarely do I find it.

All this teases, prods, and provokes, all day long and through the night.  Because I do not find what He teaches me to desire among men does not mean it is not there.  Even I restrain my tongue while I am among them.  What is revealed by the hand of God among his people is hidden from the eyes of those who do not care to ask.

If they asked I would show them this place.  But no one asks.  When they speak to me they speak of things of man.  But no one asks regarding the things of God.  I do not hold this against them.  I too once kept to the things of this world.  But now a way beyond this place attends my very soul.