I am a sojourner and a romantic.
Deep within me there is a home-sickness for another world and a greater love. I wander about in the presence of a holy haunting, a soft whisper of grace that ever draws me towards a horizon of light.
On the horizons edge, I see the silhouette of an enchanted kingdom and somehow I know that its Ruler will cure my sickness and heal my hurt.
On a quiet day, as I look towards that horizon, sometimes for a moment, sometimes for a day, I hear music. The soft echo of a heavenly choir, the distant whisper of voices never yet heard, and just when it begins to fade, there is the sound of the gentle flutter of angels wings.
I am an addict. I have succumbed. I cannot draw back, for with every glimpse of this unearthly realm I am drenched by the Holy Other. His grace sooths my soul and stills my mind. I am touched by His delight.
I am prisoner to this sacred search. This constant vigil for the One who is everything, and everything is within Himself. I cannot let go, I do not know how, for the Holy Other draws me out, to a life beyond myself, to a life far away from the deceitful substance of the now, to the unseen reality of the world that is to come.
