Who Told You?

Who told you?
Who told you that God is someone to be chased after?
Who told you you’re not good… enough?
That yes, sometimes you’re good
But it’s not enough?

Who told you God is outside?
Outside and out of reach? Always just out of reach
Always just beyond your fingertips?
Who told you these well meaning lies?
As they look down the block and around corners.
As they twist themselves in knots.
Searching for what’s right behind them
Right in front of them
Right beside, beneath, and above them.
Searching for what’s already deep inside
Waiting to be found.
Hiding in a closet
Or behind a rock
Hiding beneath shame
Under an umbrella of pain
Resisting love raining down.
Pushing away your divinity
With all your might
Because you’re just trying to survive
This thing called life?

Don’t listen to them dear child
They know not what they say.
Instead listen to the wind and birds.
Listen to the snow melting into rivers
Washing to the sea.
Listen to the waves
And pebbles on the shore
Mother Nature’s symphony.
Listen to the quiet whispers
Emanating from your heart
As you’re swept with desire
For something more
Something bigger
Something that sparks in your soul.

That is God.

The golden thread of your life’s story
That’s in constant evolution.
Constantly being woven
Intertwined with threads of the rainbow
Blooming petals and ideas
As unique and perfect as you.

God is already within and without.
She’s the impulse of life
The propulsion of the ship bearing your name.
Loving your journey through life.
Holding you effortlessly and endlessly.

Always.

In love.