Call of the wild

One of the beautiful things about being a Christian is that, God having amazingly made reconciliation with us through Jesus, we find ourselves loved and forgiven. This marks the beginning of a long journey of reconciliation: because the healing of our relationship with God has taken place at a very deep and still being-worked-through level, our relationships with the world, with others and with ourselves is now also open to receiving God's healing. Even the parts of our being of which we have no conscious awareness are open to the vast mindfulness of the One in whom we live and move and have our being.

So here is an attempt to imagine an encounter with my inner stranger, deep in the jungle of the subconscious...

Call of the wild

So if the wild is out there,

Who is this yelling in here?

Are you an anthropoid ancestor,

Born to rampage round

The forest of my mind?

Or did you retreat deep

into the darkness from

The closed faces and cutting words?

Was it a horror beyond hideous

That hounded you to hide in the dark?

Are you my rage at the dazzling

Digitised, dehumanised world

That has made its distaste for me

So contemptuously clear?

Was that your lonely calling?

Were you clowning in the clearings

when there was no-one to see?

Or could it have been me?

 

I think it might help us if we could

meet and learn to be friends.

Can we coax each other out and let

Our howling grow into healing?