Dear Beloved,
who woke crying…
believing horrible things about Me…
lying to your sweet self,
forgetting I Am is Thee….
and thinking life is only darkness now…
blind to your light and unable to recall how
I delight in you…
so grateful you agreed to come here, too.
Oh, Precious One, who is so seemingly certain of my abandonment,
can you not remember, if you give yourself a minute,
a pause or two,
or the tiniest of breaths,
through sobs and wretching…
how much I love you?
Can you not hear,
twixt each gnashing of your teeth…
my Voice whispering,
still so deep within you?
Can you not see The Light burning
in you, as Me, shining clear
to assuage your hurting?
Please, My Dearest One, do take a moment
to surrender what you feel is true…
then tis certain will come to you
that times before
I’ve revealed Your Self
when, so sure,
you thought all good was shelved
and dreams’ doors
closed, twas then
you said, “I’ll ne’er again forget
with such evidence empirical
that closely following ‘not yet’
is, ‘I AM, a miracle.’”