Thursday, July 9, 2026

Know not how

 

A seated, I on beach, Bug Light, 6-28-26

Lee again, Substack 

And the sensation of the soul 

informs the sensation of the body in such a way that conscience, 

which has hidden itself for all these years, 

forms a more intimate contact with the ordinary body 

and begins to contribute the sacred substance of its most essential nature 

to the ordinary parts,

who now awaken in a different appreciation and understanding of love. 


It brings me to the place 

where I begin to see why death is necessary,

and encourages me to form a prayer 

for everything there ever was, and is, and will be. 


A prayer that has its roots in both bodies now. 


A prayer that says, 

Lord, 

I call to Thee from the depths of mine iniquity. 

I have not delivered myself sufficiently unto Thee. I know not how.

Come then Lord and bring your goodness into being here 

that I may receive it, 

and here in this body of flesh and blood 

make it my own 

and bring it forth into the light of your glory 

in every moment that there is. 


As I sing and pray, 

Lord, have mercy. 

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