Reflections from Meditation

I have recently begun to seriously consider the idea of my writing (i.e. poems, songs, and thoughts) being an external outpouring/ form of meditation upon God's Word, prayer, and moments of silent reflection on the many characteristics of God and His holy/good nature (both in general and in my life specifically).  What I mean to say is that I believe these things to be an outward expression of things that are happening at the very core of my being.  It is a physical reflection of the actual Holy Spirit transforming me as I try to saturate myself with truth and heavenly things.

This idea came to me when preparing the First Principles series on Habits of the Heart.  Paul urges the churches of Colossae in Colossians 3:1-17 to spend time filling themselves with, and understanding deeply the things of Christ.  From this passage I see both an individual and corporate calling to spend time being saturated with the truth.  My idea of writing comes from verses 16 and 17:


¹⁶Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your hearts to God. ¹⁷And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.

Here is where the corporate aspect of this passage comes in. These are things the church should be doing.  So, I will be trying to post my writings here as a reaction to moments of meditation upon the things of Christ.  I believe these are the moments I find it easiest to most accurately express exactly what is going on in my inward man.

This is a poem I wrote a couple of nights ago when I began to first think through this process:

In the most inward of places
Of the most natural senses,
Where there is no distinction
Of man and Spirit,
Both are part of one being,
Where ideas begin and from them
Flow outward expressions,
The center of what truly makes
The man more than the machine,
This is where the music is.
This is where life really begins.
Rhythmic melodies come together
Full and bright,
An inward idea
Forming signs of life,
In the place that only knew death and darkness
Shines the purest light,
Making no room for shadows,
Leaving no room for shadows.