Mystery Has No Form

There is no form in Mystery

Nothing to cling to or hold on to

The Mystery transcends form

So that all can recognize it

But never claim or possess it

The Mystery claims and possesses me.

The glory of God has consumed me

It burns in my soul

But like the bush on the mountain

I am not destroyed but fulfilled

God is Mystery

He doe the clinging and holding on to.

Jesus came in form

But the form is no more

He sits high above on the throne of God

That he left awhile to come and die for me

He was who he was while in the form of man

The form is no more but the I AM is forever.

There is no form in Mystery

Nothing to cling to or hold on to

Nothing to grasp, label, and comprehend

Nothing to gather and put into a box

Nothing that humans can take pride in mastering

Only there to be lived in and in awe of.