I held the pen over blank pages of my journal. A song plays in my mind, “Help yourself, don’t think. Help yourself, don’t speak. Help yourself, don’t say a thing at all.” I lay the pen down turning back the journal page to something I’d written down for remembrance the day before.
“Bring Me all that puzzles you. Many questions need no answer, for when the heart is at one with the Father, then comes an illumination of Spirit that transcends thought. Understanding becomes a state of heart rather than an achievement of the mind.”
My soul finds contentment to be quiet. Today it’s not about my words at all, others have written it better. I reach over to turn up a worship song closing my eyes to be still. “It feels like there’s something that’s just beyond reach, and there is a wall that I’ve yet to breach. There is a truth that I finally see, I have no idea what I’m doing. And You are still there, and You meet me there, just beyond the breaking. There is a road less traveled upon, it buries a lover than there is a song, let’s all agree we should all get along, we have no idea what we’re doing. And You are still there, and You meet me there, just beyond the breaking.”*Come Away My Beloved by Frances J. Roberts, Just Beyond the Breaking by Jake Hamilton, All You Do Is Talk by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club