I want to be alive,
and I want the world to be alive.
But most importantly, I want the world to be alive in me.
but the room is dark.
I search for the light switch,
but I’m stumbling.
I clumsily walk in circles,
with the blind fold of guilt.
It cripples me.
I long for passion,
for the faith that never falters.
And when I’m lacking just the slightest bit…
I feel dirty.
I feel the opposite of what I long to be,
Even when there is only but a smudge of dirt.
Breathing over and renewing parts of me that feel inadequate.
Each gust more present than the one before,
Reminding me I am right where I belong,
That I’m not walking on my own, but surrounded by Love on every angle.
I remember, as I brush the hair that has blown across my face,
That you designed every aspect of me, internally and externally.
You know who I am in this moment,
Who’ve I’ve been before,
And You say “I will be with you always,”
Even into the parts unknown…
And though I try to go to deeper lengths to explain this momentary feeling,
I realize that what has been said is enough.
I am secure.
I am safe.
I am where I belong with the one who designed me.
I am with the One who controls the wind and lets it blow around me,
In hopes that I’d take just a moment to see this mystery.