How long?

How long oh lord?

I'm sitting now, I am waiting now. How Long?

I am only breathing now, only breathing now. How long?

I know you are with me. I feel your presence. We abide, we are one. How long?

But Shalom my lord, my heart cries out for all of all to be brought to one. As you are one let us be one as well. How long?

Stillness pervades my mind. My thoughts are stopped at the point of mystery and fall into a state of foggy meditation among living words that communicate to my deepest self in inexegetical language. How long?

I can only listen, and the only thing you seem to do is swell like the ocean waves. It feels like rest, it feels like peace, like sabbath. Doing and moving working and choosing seem like echoes of a dream. Rest is so present it is all there is. One continuous moment of contented motionless existence. How long?

Did I dream your power? Did I image your desires? They seem at the side, put to rest on the wood stove of a cold winters night. A feeling like snow falling, an unchangeable season blisters by in the cold out doors while my spirit seems curled up with you aside the warm fires of patient contentment rot of the wisdom that knows the inevitability of seasons changing and hours enduring and even living in joy of what must be before it can be summer again. How long?

I wait, I submit to the power of this rest. I slip deeper into the calm of its trance and again as I fall into the quiet abounding my last words are how long? How long must i sing this song....

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