a statement or proposition that, despite sound (or apparently sound) reasoning from acceptable premises, leads to a conclusion that seems senseless, logically unacceptable, or self-contradictory
- a seemingly absurd or self-contradictory statement or proposition that when investigated or explained may prove to be well founded or true
Shut up in my bones
Barreling through my soul
Breaking, yet making me whole. Paradox.
Continually striving for the death of me
Allowing surrender to have the best of me
Until there is nothing left of me and I am found. Paradox.
Pressing into your presence with all my faculties
Your spirit arrests and tackles me
Releasing and unshackling me from all my past regrets. Paradox.
Illogical illusions naturally eluding my logic with toxic solutions, and remedies of life.
Not the toxic wine of the earth, but filled with the intoxicating spirit of truth.
Truth deemed a paradoxical distortion out of proportion to the endorphins
Within the natural man.
But this wine of the spirit leads me to the cliff of who I thought I was
And bids me jump.
This spirit of truth leads me to the waters edge
And bids me drown to the reflection looking back on the surface.
Jump. Drown. Surrender
So as a child on a counter top
I jump into the arms of my father’s love
And I drown in the warm security of His embrace
Where I find my identity. I belong.
I belong at the edge of me
Where my known meets his unknown
And I’m shown that I’ve been sown
Apart from that which is fleeting. Paradox
Thus, surrender awakens dormant urges to be fully clothed
As I grown fully knowing
All I desire to be exist outside of me
So I’m relinquishing control of my golden calf
Only to grasp for what cannot be held
But that which holds me
That which molds me
That which transforms and grow me
Into a bush that burns yet is not consumed…Paradox.
Now, barefoot on holy ground
Hearing the sounds of His thunder and lightning
Utterly frightening, yet exciting, inviting me to climb
The reverberating question in the spirit of my mind,
“Who shall ascend unto the hill of the Lord?”
Fear snatching the oxygen from my lungs
Replacing it with His presence
As the essence of his person becomes my survival
As I rival the fear of being afraid. Paradox.
Ascension speaking of the death of me yet,
Remaining at the bottom equals settling for a lesser me
That goes through the motions of devotion,
Dead in the worse way.
Choosing between the shame of role-playing
The equivalent to tattered and holey clothing in a blizzard storm; insufficient.
Or conversely, yet the same
Realizing the shame that I was created naked
And the only warm from this world’ storm resides in Him, so I must ascend.
So, in desperation excavating weight to climb quickly
Swiftly, escalating estimating a plan to reach the peak empty.
Created naked from the dust, thus I return to be clothed
I return to known
I return to be shown
That all I’ve been given was meant to be given away!!
…As my earthly man reaches the peak of his decay
While inwardly being renewed day by day. Paradox.
The paradox of purposing to live a strategically death
Attempting to mimic the life of;
A lion that came to be a lamb or,
A king that came to be a servant or,
The life giver that came to give His life? Paradox…
Give me your foolishness that I might be made wise!
Give me your weakness that I might be made strong!
Show me the frailty of this earthen vessel I occupy
And then tell me I can be pressed, but not crushed
I can be persecuted, but not abandoned
I can be continually struck down! Yet, I’m made to be indestructible!
Show me the illusion is not you, but rather
Everything around me is illusory
And that which I cannot see is more real than the tangible.
Reveal to me utter security could never come
Through that which I can control, and gaining control
Only comes through letting go of things I seem to be
Utterly secure in knowing…
Help me see right side up, in world so upside down
Give me words to tell the world, that no legislation nor occupation
Can appease the insatiable hunger that Eden’s exodus has left in our souls…
And Leads us in the way back O’God
Back to your paradise O’Lord
Back to your presence our King
Back to your paradox our love, where we rightfully belong.