“What fortune lies beyond the stars,
Those dazzling heights too vast to climb?”
– Hillsong United, “Touch the Sky”
What hides behind the moments, the matter swirling around us every day? Am I the only one whose ache to encounter it is relentless?
Sometimes, things are great, and I have everything I need. But something still whispers of more.
And when I find myself with all the comforts of a daily norm stripped away, my need to know an Author of this story waxes acute.
Rainer Maria Rilke refers to the Divine as “you drifting mist that brought forth the morning.” In another poem, he calls God darkness because, unlike the light that excludes everything outside its circle, the darkness embraces everything.
What if what we have named God wasn’t at all attached to the myriad connotations that turn people away in frustration?
What if the true One was everything our souls have needed, the Something we already love deeply but cannot name?
This Divine Infinite One is in all the moments beautiful. I know because my heart has nearly broken with the weight of a glory greater than all this lonely planet. And I have also seen this One in the waters cold and dark, when hope seemed lost. I know because the water – though fast rushing over my head – was never too much. This Divine, Infinite One – Author, Artist, Mystery, Truth, Love – was more, and swelled inside me, and I was not overcome.