God lets down his hair,
that like a ladder to infinity
we might climb to grasp at things
yet too large for us.
Unfolding his scrolls
God lays his knowledge out upon the landscape,
that if we are quick, we may catch
a grain of truth,
in the sun’s slip behind the hill.
Might feel our heart filled,
in the moment,
the golden arch bridges the sky.
Feel we know and are known by
something ‘other’ than ourselves.
And although we turn
to filter what we have found,
to find it run out;
lost behind some obstruction,
just as the sun, which lowers beyond our sight –
we are larger for the encounter.
And he, who keeps us searching,
and climbing ladders to infinity,
is the silent lover,
only desiring our response.
We who try to work out love,
and measure knowledge
by what we have to gain,
have got it sorely wrong.
We succumb to the one, who never ceases to visit.
And trail after him over the hill.
Ana Lisa de Jong
“… I don’t pretend to know it all. I am quiet now before the Lord, just as a child is weaned from the breast. My begging has been stilled.”