We all come into this world in a similar fashion… warm from the womb, all covered in the sticky blood through which our mother fed us. We come through her into the light, into life anointed by the passage from what is known to what is unknown. We travel these winding paths over and over again as we live our days… from what is safe, known, and undisturbed to what is mysterious, gracious, and unraveling. And as we meander from here to there, God spreads wide the crevices where our humanity softens and draws more eagerly toward the Divinity we knew prior to light and breath.
Always, we yearn to return here. Our minds may not always realize this or find ways to articulate such need, but our souls are drenched enough in the Holy that we find our way instinctively and primally.We may not even know this is what we most need or want. We may not know it until we are there, peering into this open space. We may not grasp the messages, teaching, or healing until years later when something wild and mysterious stirs again. But we are changed in these sacred moments. We are uncovered. We are revealed. We are made new.
The priest with the holy oil. The hands that reach to touch. The ancient scent of dust and light. The way our friend cups our shoulders. The rain on our cheeks. The sighing. The dancing. The birdsong present every day, but heard today. The rising up from sleep. The tearing, the fire, the deepest dark. The pain that will not leave. God stands ready, close to our ears, close to our hearts. Like a mother wiping her hands from the kitchen sink, God comes close to us, strokes our brows… she comes away with us from what is ordinary and holds us close to what is extraordinary. Her love. Her belief in us. Her knowledge that we are created out of beauty and joy and generosity for beauty and joy and generosity. She wills us to follow the tiny threads that lead us home… to her.
This is all we ever want or need. This is the anointing that sustains our living and our loving. And by this we are whole. By this we are inhalation and exhalation. By this, we are lost and found and lost and found until all of it is where God is. All of it… is where God is. Fear not the coming close.
Always, we yearn to return here. Our minds may not always realize this or find ways to articulate such need, but our souls are drenched enough in the Holy that we find our way instinctively and primally.We may not even know this is what we most need or want. We may not know it until we are there, peering into this open space. We may not grasp the messages, teaching, or healing until years later when something wild and mysterious stirs again. But we are changed in these sacred moments. We are uncovered. We are revealed. We are made new.
The priest with the holy oil. The hands that reach to touch. The ancient scent of dust and light. The way our friend cups our shoulders. The rain on our cheeks. The sighing. The dancing. The birdsong present every day, but heard today. The rising up from sleep. The tearing, the fire, the deepest dark. The pain that will not leave. God stands ready, close to our ears, close to our hearts. Like a mother wiping her hands from the kitchen sink, God comes close to us, strokes our brows… she comes away with us from what is ordinary and holds us close to what is extraordinary. Her love. Her belief in us. Her knowledge that we are created out of beauty and joy and generosity for beauty and joy and generosity. She wills us to follow the tiny threads that lead us home… to her.
This is all we ever want or need. This is the anointing that sustains our living and our loving. And by this we are whole. By this we are inhalation and exhalation. By this, we are lost and found and lost and found until all of it is where God is. All of it… is where God is. Fear not the coming close.
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