Oh God is simply that which lies
Forever just beyond the limits
Of what we already seem to know
And I want to know you
Like an invitation
We have only questions
Bless these limitations
And I want to see you
In the tree tops swaying
But I’ll always find you
In the wet grass saying
“God is simply that which lies
Forever just beyond the limits
Of what we already seem to know”
And oh what graceful patterns
That repeat then scatter
If my steps seem random
And my will abandoned
The machine elves whisper
“Let the matter settle
Worrying is praying
Praying to the devil”
God is simply that which lies
Forever just beyond the limits
Of what we already seem to know
…worry – the insistent anxiety in regards to imagined futures. Not only is worry a fruitless loss of energy and calm, it leads us away from participation in the moment, where the real future is actually created. By neglecting the choices that actually lie before us, we invoke the very situations we have imaginatively constructed for ourselves.
In the capsule of experience which is given to us each instant, we determine who we are and what is significant to us. The whole of our lives is presented to us in the moment, and each moment is an intersection with eternity in which we decide our destiny and are offered the grace of becoming. All else is illusion.
– Mike Riddell, from Sacred Journey