Holy Imagination

 



BY THE TRAGIC GAP I MEAN THE GAP BETWEEN THE HARD REALITIES AROUND US AND WHAT WE KNOW IS POSSIBLE — NOT BECAUSE WE WISH IT WERE SO, BUT BECAUSE WE’VE SEEN IT WITH OUR OWN EYES.” —PARKER J. PALMER


Though in Ordinary time, and also emerging from something extraordinary and still unprocessed, we live in a tragic gap. We live in in-between time: between this world and the next; between pandemics and who knows what. We think the other side of it all is “normal”. We think the line a direct one to certainty and control. It is not so!

The path or bridge or life-line through this experience is imagination, unleashed and unbridled. Holy imagination, like the prophets, like the poets, looks for wings and angels and light.

This imagination shimmers with possibility, recognizes the all things made new realities, and blesses the space between, not just the destination

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