Breathing is believing

I have been challenged recently by how the Christian mystics had a very earthed faith that enabled them to experience God beyond facts and very ordered and conforming rational belief systems. Somehow their questing got beyond the limitations of our thinking. With this in mind, and my challenge of living with asthma, this powm came to mind:

Breathing in believing
Breath,
God’s breath,
God breathed and it was so.
Breathe in breathe out,
Molecules, born of the cosmic dance created,
From the heavenly lights renewed,
Revitalised through mystical exchange of matter.

God breathed, and all creation became so.
From void to infinite distance,
From darkness to incandescent light,
Fanned by the breath of the belovéd

So as God breathed over the waters,
Life entered where the divine played.

And God breathed on those,
Bestowed with the image of God - both equal,
Called to breathe and co-create,
To make, to incarnate, to propagate.

And the God of three was pleased,
With the results of creative breath.
But as one profoundly all-knowingly,
Knew breath and play were not enough,
That God must breathe as those bestowed with mortal breath.
To restore and recreate,
By loosing breath for others,
So that all may breathe well,
To breathe for eternal freedom.

Breath divinely given,
Breath humanly taken,
Breath divinely lost
Breath divinely restored.

But will God breath over our boiling waters and parched land once more?
Will divine breath restore a creation loosing its last breath and sustenance?
Will divine presence draw our world afresh once more?

Ian Mobsby
June 2006

Tags: poetry, christian, creation, environmental justice

First Post - Poem 'Once More'...

Well, I thought I would create this little blog, as other blogs I am involved in don't have enough room for me to be fully me, so I put this out as a space for expression of what's within me... This lttle poem expresses my heart sadly disappointed about the potential of a relationship that did not work out, sorry for the angst.

Once More…
Once more,
I find myself amongst other consumerables above another ‘for sale’ barcode, on a familiar shelf.
This item is unusual, not quite as beautiful on the outside as other similar products.
In fact on first glance, it may not look like something you would want at all,
compared to what is available.
However this sadly neglected version,
has hidden depths, of creative flare, and a commitment to life in its fullness.
So it is sad, that it is never given,
the opportunity to demonstrate its inner excellence,
But sadly,
these depths are not a subject of consumer demand,
the market dictates an outside aesthetic rather than any hidden qualities or creativity.
No, what is wanted is the instant hit, the wow factor, the panash, the get-you-noticed desirable luxury item, which unfortunately this product can never meet.
So will this pretty ordinary yet committed consumerable ever find a home with a suitable consumer?
Or is its destiny to pass its sell-by-date unmet of human demand?

Tags: poetry, ian mobsby, spirituality