I woke up cold this morning, like an early morning wind had decided to hang it’s hat at my bedpost.
So I pulled the covers closer but the chill wouldn’t leave me.
I tossed and turned and finally I went to the window and watched the dawn break.
I saw the brightness spread across the darkness slow and sure, because it knew just what it was doing.
The dawn doesn’t hesitate to illuminate the world.
The wind doesn’t hesitate to blow.
Nor does the earth pause in it’s revolution around the sun.
Life goes on, as sure as can be.
Yet there is no constant, only that it is.
I stood at that window for hours, an eternity within a breath and suddenly something became clear.
I am infinite.
Not the I within the ego, no.
The I beyond all that.
This I will come and go and see thousands of sunrises.
She will watch the light fight for freedom and witness the shadow emerge and hide and emerge again.
And there will never be an end to the endless continuation of living.
My body will die and I will let these memories go, let this life go, and it will be okay.
There is nothing to fear.
There is nowhere to go.
I am home now.
I can carry with me the memory of the love I came from, the divinity that brought me here.
Yet this is my challenge and my burden.
My miracle and my demise.
My maker and my creator.
I’ll let go now and live.
Just live on this earth,
In this body, in this time, with this purpose.
So I’ll whisper my name into the fire of the dawn, for she knows me as well as I know her.
There is nothing that isn’t me.
There is no wholeness that I run from.
Only the sureness of a life lived from faith.