Infinite

I ncreasing in time and distance, pushing back, back, back and forward again,

N ever finding a beginning or an ending. It is like the game I used to play as a kid,

F illing my mind with as much intentional emptiness as I could,                                                              pushing, pushing to see

I f I could drive my way back to where there is

N othing.

I t never quite worked because somewhere in this exercise my brain would                                          stop—just stop.

T oo full of thoughts to be empty, expanding space. Too busy and impatient                                               to persevere to the end of my self. Vanity. Human.

E ver seeking the end of things, the majesty where God lives and where He                                                finds it in Himself to love even  me.

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About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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