Fire and River

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You can be glad
Fire is great, river is strong
You know it
You know you belong
You know a deeper love
There you can let all things go
Listen to the silence
Be there
Be there
The inner calling
Now

In life you fall
You make mistakes
First you want to hide, later to be seen
Yet, you can be glad
You know you belong
The deeper love,
is what you know
In the silence
So, be there
Be
Now

Keep walking this road
Live each moment
Then let it go, as you prepare for more
You can be glad
Don’t need to believe
You know
You know
The silence tells you,
all you need
Keep going there
Be in it
Go 

 

Turning

Another threshold
Leaving this image
Whatever is to come
You keep walking,
this pathless walk

Tiring show,
leaving a stage,
no more playing this way
Darkened lights,
still within they shine

Stepping down
Stepping back
Sitting down behind it all
An urgent yearning,
another dark burning

No other option
Want to live
Want to give
This again you leave
for another widening circle

Heart beat slows
Blindness grows
Yet in new rest you trust
Only this you must
Scales soon breaking

Light so bright revealed,
through ground cracking
A time for the thirsty soul
Diving all in,
in light air flying, trusting

You return again, all aflame now

Table’s Hall

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Sitting at the round table
Sharing poems, stories and dreams
In the moment,
faces and smiles ablaze

Around this table together
Leaning into each other
Listening deeply,
joy and laughter flowing

Hearts speaking, souls sharing
Living a dream,
yet this presence, is real
Amazement, excitement to feel

Salamanders burning
Table’s now turning
Releasing deepest yearning
Oh, lives untold, glory to behold

Tales of revelation
We are here to be known
Dancing freely now,
around a luminous table of tables

Wild and alive we are
Ready for another journey
Later we’ll sit down to tell our tales
Now, on hearing the call,
Let’s leave this old table’s hall

 

World in a Stone

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I sense something has changed in me
                             I am thankful, light and free

                                                                                                                I see the whole world in a stone

Arrival of Beginning

I sensed a sudden shift
I felt uplifted
And I was
My eyes still shut close
I felt a warm breeze
I sensed tears filling up,
behind the eyes’ curtains

I lifted my hands,
my body still resting on knees
I heard myself saying,
no please, no please
I felt a blow to my stomach,
and breathed out one full breath

I felt strange pain
Felt lifted again, yet heavy
No please, no please,
I heard myself plead
It wasn’t me,
but something else

Eyelids now cracked open,
waves of tears flowing
Out of my control
Again I suffered another heavy blow
Yet, soon pain was lifted
Crying turned to sobbing

Steps, almost too silent to hear
A breeze again, warm
I wasn’t alone in the garden
The breeze passed me
Abruptly, I stood up
Calling the visitor back

My feet now above the ground
A presence felt all around
A warmth, comforting
Soft tears, transformed
Again, a weight pushed me to my knees

A deep knocking
My hand on my chest
A vision of veins and deep red
What had me uplifted,
now sensed within
My lips curved upwards

I whispered,
it wasn’t me,
this, wasn’t me
Yet, it, was there,
within
I lingered, silent,
there, on my knees

 

Living

          
It’s not a teaching
Definitely not,
a preaching
Really, it’s all,
about a living
Words,
can’t help you,
unless they grow,
from within

So get on with it,
start living,
and know,
you’ll find,
YOUR way
Then,
you’ll know,
your teaching,
and forget about,
the preaching,

Now you see,
like an eye healed,
from blindness,
a body healed, 
from paralysis,
all it is about:
You do your living,
and the rest,
is a becoming,
where you belong

Hide

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Now I want to hide
To find refuge within
Away from words and ideas
Away from creed and certainty

I am even tired of myself
Too much out there
Not enough in here
Help me, because I have sinned

I chose image over truth
Now having seen my image,
I find I am done
I am coming home

Into myself, a place,
not crowded by words and deeds
Yet, a wide, deep, open space of You
Let me hide here, until,
You, are all there is

A Reconstructed Faith – Part One

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I am now in my fiftieth year of life and I think that my journey of faith so far, while not a sensational story nor very special, is still a story worth sharing. And I share it here because I hope that my story might perhaps support, alleviate, or inspire the believer or doubter who reads it.

My background and upbringing are in the Pentecostal movement. I was, you could say, born into this movement through my two parents who were Pentecostals, who themselves were also raised in the Pentecostal movement. Until recently, I was also a member of a Pentecostal congregation, which means I have sought spiritual fellowship and friendship in Pentecostal contexts for many years.

As a teenager, I had a rather challenging emotional life and struggled with inner turmoil and also my sincere faith in God. From an early age, I was a seeker of truth, and someone who took my faith seriously, who wanted to share it with others and who wanted to serve wholeheartedly the God I believed in.

From my youth, I have few strong spiritual experiences, but as a student, I had a period where I experienced a great joy based on the belief in and experience of a God who was love and that God loved me. It was an important experience. I remember the challenging time in military service where I read 1 Corinthians 13 repeatedly and where I learned to replace the word “love” in the text with “God”, so that the beautiful description of love became a story of my God’s unconditional love that endured everything. Now it became a story of a God who loves, and I was included.

I have many experiences at Christian camps and meetings where I remember longing for an experience of God and his love. I remember how I struggled with my own thoughts about myself. I wrestled with big questions, including the question of whether I was fundamentally good or evil. It was very serious for me, and it was quite challenging. I would actually be convinced of my own wickedness if it was the truth, rather than to live in falsehood or in a lie, as long as I could also breathe more freely in life.

This is not the story of a saint, but of a teenager and man who struggled with emotions, his faith, and longing for an experience of God. In the midst of these difficult thoughts and uncertainties, I also partially have experienced a preaching that said we are all “zeroes”, but with Jesus in front as number one, we become like a million. And when God sees you, he doesn’t see you, but he sees Jesus. He loves you (but only) through and because of Jesus. At the same time I also heard that God loved us even while we were still sinners, but in my struggle the more uplifting message drowned early on. In my longing and in my strong desire to experience love and also to serve the true God, I rather experienced fighting with myself and my own self-contempt than being too convinced of my own high value.

I cannot blame my upbringing, the preaching, or the Pentecostal movement alone for my challenges and struggles. But it is clear that this had great significance. Perhaps helped by being highly sensitive and vulnerable from the start, and not one of the strong, cool guys. In my younger days I often felt excluded and lonely. And perhaps it is precisely this loneliness that today has given me the motivation to, for example, stand on the side of gay people and demand that we include everyone, that everyone must be allowed to serve God and the Christian community, regardless of their orientation.

So far, this is certainly not a unique or very special story. But I choose to share it now in a few simple sentences. Perhaps these words can reach some of those who need to find strength either in a somewhat challenging youth life with a strong longing for God, or strengthen an adult who is in the middle of life and who no longer feels to sure of the answers to life’s questions. Furthermore, my story is a story of reconstruction, a development in and of faith.

I chose to use the word reconstructed in the title. It was entirely intentional, because it resonated positively. It tells of something being rebuilt, and something being created and developed. It also speaks of a faith in my life that has been in crisis for much of my life, from my teenage years and several years thereafter. But as is well known, a crisis is truly an opportunity to find a stronger foundation to build your life on. It’s about finding something trustworthy and valued without having answers to all of questions of life.

To be continued…

Translated from Norwegian to English by the help of ChatGPT.

A New Morning

In my soul there is a room that opens doors into my eyes, body and senses. Often I sense a hushing of a wind. I also hear a quiet whisper of a beautiful voice.
Yet this is not all.

If I sit in a restful quietness these voices, hushings and whisperings turn into complete silence. Beautiful they are.
But now no thing is happening.
Everything waits.
As I sit.
In silence.

My senses, body and eyes grow accustomed to the silence.
Soon I rise and walk.
Out into this life of every thing.

Suddenly something starts rising within.
I almost feel like singing or jumping for joy.
Because everywhere I am looking and sensing I see and hear transferring and transforming from deepest within.
The beautiful singing of a new morning.