|At first you didn’t know me.|
I was a shape moving rapidly, nervous
at the edge of your vision…
When you would sit at your desk, I would creep
near you like a question. A thought would scurry
across the front of your mind. I’d be there,
ducking out of sight. You must have felt me
watching you, my small eyes fixed on your face,
the smile you wondered at, on the lips only.
The voice on the phone, quick and full of business.
All that you saw and heard and could not find
the center of, those days growing into years,
growing inside of you, out of reach, now with you
forever, in your house, in your garden, in corridors
of dream where I finally tell you my name.
~Cynthia Huntington from “Ghost” from The Radiant.
“Thin places,” the Celts call this space,
Both seen and unseen,
Where the door between the world
And the next is cracked open for a moment
And the light is not all on the other side.
God shaped space. Holy.
I suspect I am not alone in sensing there is something beyond the reality of this humdrum everyday world. I think of my perception as a “thin place” where I feel the veil lifted for a mere moment; I can see or hear or touch something of the beyond.
It doesn’t happen often but it is reassuring when it does. It is filled with light and warmth and peace – not at all frightening.
I know the name of who I sense is near: the “I AM” of old and the “I AM” now and the “I AM” of what is to come.
Through thick and then through thin, there is more beyond the here and now.
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