All are included in the divine promise of freedom from hate, fear, and limitation, as this poem conveys.
Riding the heels of “There’s
no escaping this one” comes
a faint rosy wistfulness to be
free as a bird – to fly from
whatever screams that relief
is only to be found “out there,”
somewhere far off.
Even as fear or pain or what
seems unforgivable doggedly
insists that we are wingless, the question pours in effortlessly:
Can darkness bind light?
The answer brings sudden
uplift as we glimpse the
irresistible freedom that is
quickened in us by the light of God, Love itself; a present
light – never leadened by depravity,
cruelty, hate – experienced within,
unfurling as the sole reality.
All-powerful, brilliant truth of our
divine identity – born of Spirit, forever
Love’s child, woven in Life’s infinite
fabric – frees us to drink in the
spiritual fact that each of us is
deeply loved, cradled in safety,
tenderly cared for by God, no matter
how rough and dark the waters.
We watch the scene shift, blazing a
new shore in full view. Limits yield,
answers come, we take flight.