I have heard that the Celts describe a “Thin Place” as the place where heaven and earth collide. A kiss of sky and earth in the distant horizon, it is a sacred intersection when time and space stand still.
A little over a year ago I found myself in such a place. A sacred collision of my world and heaven – its impact mangled both life and heart. The effect has carried well into the days, weeks and months that followed. It has been a wrestling of soul and self where the One who gives my very breath demands my total submission.
And now my friends, I hear its echo like a deep and heavy drum. Its reverberation pulsates to the rhythm of my heart. Drawing me back to its hallowed ground and I can do nothing but go.
As I stand at the threshold, I know this moment carries with it a sure and certain risk. I wait expectantly. To be caught once again in that kiss.
© A Sacred Longing 2009-2011
breathtaking photo and words to match. thank you denise for taking me to that thin place of my own.
ReplyDeleteYou said a mouthful girl... and eloquently as ever. I am in a similar place. Thank you for putting words to it.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful post... lovely picture and beautiful words to illustrate your heart.
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