Let Me Be Present to Emptiness

 

Today, in this hour, this moment,

I need to rest in emptiness,

No cares, no worries, no fear,

Without the world intruding.

 

Beldon Lane suggests “an opening

Framed by closure is the first requisite

To a sense of the sacred.”

O Lord, call me into nothingness.

 

Part the Red Sea and hold the water back

That I may walk into empty spaces.

Let me meditate in empty wombs and tombs,

Pray alone in stillness, silence, sacred space.

 

There is so much to sort out

And time for that will come, but not now,

Not yet, not until I find my grounding

In Sabbath rest, unoccupied, empty.

 

The Void within seems always there,

But rarely do I allow it to be, to open,

Enflame my consciousness as a burning bush

Whose fire does not consume, but speaks.

 

I long to be present to the absence of

Memory of past, anticipation of future;

Move into exile and wander in wilderness,

Enter that Holy of Holies which is empty.