The Spiritual Practice of Being Uncomfortable
My latest Seasons of the Soul column at Patheos: Love wants to reach out and manhandle us, Break all our teacup talk of God. If you had the courage and Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights, He would just drag you around the room By your hair, Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world That bring you no joy. Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly And wants to rip to shreds All your erroneous notions of truth . . . The Beloved sometimes wants To do us a great favor: Hold us upside down