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I lack nothing and nothing is lacking in Creation, yet I forget and behave as if lack was everywhere around me. And in me.  But in reality, in Truth, You fill all there is and beyond, and You do so with a single thought.

Unchanged.

We lack nothing but a point in the heart to awaken us to the Truth. And faith. 

And You are there. Immediately. You oversee us the whole time, never tired, bored or disgusted. You are still and eternal in Your love for us.

I lack everything. I am Your opposite, the darkness and the emptiness, deemed to drown in unfulfillable desires, despair deeply into the abyss yet, unknowingly safe under Your wing. The whole time safe, made to be fulfilled and loved by You. Made to receive your love as i grow Your light lile a farmer grows wheat. For none of this evil is real besides the Thought of Creation and Your eternal, unchanging love.

When I run You are right behind me, when I fall You make sure I slowed down, when I get lost You poke me to lead me back Home, and when I go blind You shine as bright as I can take it without being swallowed by Your Love. 

Still, I don't believe. Still, I don't trust. Still, I want it my way and my way only. Still, I get blind. Still, I become deaf. Still, I stumble and fall on a smooth path. 

Yet You are Still as i dwell in my frantic lie and battle. Up the mountain and down the hill, under the rains and drowning in floods. You allow me to fight my way. 

Loving me.

And You love me. The perfection You made I can barely comprehend. For absence from presence is so perfect, so beautiful, only Your desire for emanation and bestowal could think of it. 

And here I am, me and so many yet the only one, real Soul. Desires without an end. Dark, egoistic. I want you for myself, only. You are mine and mine only until... I awake and see the beauty, see perfection in all of Your Creation, remember I never suffered one day in my life and once again fill my hunger with Your love. 

Oh Lord, don't give me Your Reign or I will serve myself once more. Don't give me anything until my arms are tight and secured, roped away from my greedy body. 

I lack nothing. And nothing is lacking Creation. I simply forgot. For some time. Thank you my God for reminding me. Every day again

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