by Matthew J. Andrews
Preoccupation closes us within the mighty citadel of self, the struggles and heartaches of the human adventure. There are parts of us that do not wish to submit to a divine conversation, to accept our brokenness. God has revealed his presence but never his essence. Transcendence conjoined with immanence. Heaven balanced with earth. God’s distance complemented by his nearness. We are made for that which is too big for us. To adore is to recognize the nothingness of the adorer. To be fully present is to pitch a tent in the wilderness of nowhere. The enormity of ruthless trust is the courage to let ourselves be spoken. I do not want to die without having lived. Into your hands I commit my spirit.
Author’s Note: This poem was composed using only highlighted portions of a used copy of Brendan Manning’s “Ruthless Trust.”
Matthew J. Andrews is a private investigator and writer whose poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in EcoTheo Review, The Windhover, and Amethyst Review, among others. His debut chapbook, I Close My Eyes and I Almost Remember, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. He can be contacted at www.matthewjandrews.com