The Creator and The Beloved
I wrote this poem because I have seen, personally, how the divine brings healing in miraculous ways. I have had moments where I have seen God work through people and experiences to bring healing to very deep wounds and how all things are with purpose and all people are extensions of God - in whatever ways you have come to know him and by whatever and however many name(s) (or genders) you call him.
I went of my own accord to the house of the creator for help with an injury;
I knocked on the door and waited there, the sunlight on my face
The garden was beautiful - I had never seen such perfection:
The dragonflies held in motion above the ground,
The shade of one tree allowing the life of another to grow;
The rain drops that settled into one plant flowed onto small flowers as it bent over with a gentle heaviness.
All was in balance.
I could hear the footsteps coming towards me on the other side of the door, patient but purposeful;
My heart was racing,
I stayed conscious of my breathing, I felt tears behind my eyes and yet I knew I was safe:
All things have their moment held in time,
The burden of one lesson fosters the wisdom of the whole;
The tears of one become wisdom to heal all.
All is in process.
The door opened and there was his face, smiling and peaceful;
He took half a step towards me and the sunlight shone upon his beautiful skin,
He took my hand and I knew it was time to tell him why I knocked upon his door:
“Creator, I have an injury in my heart and I am afraid it will not heal,
The pain hides from me and then steals my joy and my wisdom;
It makes me take from others, everything that I wanted to give of myself”.
All has become unsteady.
The creator smiled deeper and pulled me in to his embrace;
I could feel his heart beat, I could sense his love
I grabbed the side of his robes in comfort and he said:
“My love, all pain holds purpose and honour,
Each cut heals and it teaches your body how to heal further and avoid injury;
Each scar glistens a story from which another can learn
All pain, eventually, is forced to die by the hand of understanding.”
All is important.
I did understand what The Creator was saying in that moment;
And I had heard this was true so many times about so many things
Although my eyes broke into tears and I drifted into a place suspended from time and I could hear my body crying:
“Creator, this injury was caused by life’s challenges
There is a part of me hidden in my heart,
Locked in chains and only know he’s there when I hear him scream”.
All has become unmanageable.
The Creator let me cry in the sunlight and held me safely in his arms;
In his all knowing and his all understanding;
He let me cry in perfection and in balance and he spoke to me:
“My beloved, for this pain caused by life - I AM Sorry
For all of the times that you felt alone - I AM Present;
For all of the un-love that has happened – I AM In-Love”.
All has its point of fulfillment.