Mystical experience

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    Mystical experience

    It’s hard to express in common language
    my inner experience with the Almighty;
    it’s something deep within – my soul,
    that a mystical encounter happens then.
    It’s an interior monologue in silence,
    as I remain attuned to the sacred force;
    hanging on to him like encompassing,
    making a difference in supplication.
    At the very center of my focusing
    lies the gift of listening to God’s word;
    the gospel message about prayer
    deepens more my concentration.
    As I ponder on God’s revelation
    like his Sermon on the Mount,
    his human family, for instance,
    shows us how our lives too,
    should be human and Godlike.
    Our journey in today’s world,
    speaks volumes about temptations;
    they’re villains and contradictions
    to our every effort of sanctification.
    Whenever I find a space for prayer
    I readily grab the chance to be there;
    to create the core of sanctuary within,
    and allow God’s presence to remain.
    The conundrum of my daily life,
    brings seasons and rolls in any time;
    overcoming obstacles is a challenge,
    especially in my own spiritual life.
    As I continue to dwell on God’s presence,
    as my own centering struggles to be known
    there’s an experience that makes me aware
    that gift of Pentecost to be open to others.
    A memory so powerful and revealing
    when God allows you to experience
    his mighty presence, his loving presence
    with profundity, it’s a mystical experience.




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    Patches54 commented on Mystical experience

    02-19-2009

    Oh, I am so happy to read your poems. I too am holy Ghost filled.( Pentecostal). Thank you for this poem: Mystical experience. Pam (Patches54)is my user name

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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