December 27, 2010

• Beloved

  My child, get up, get up off the ground.  Don’t you know that you are loved?  I do not mean to refer to things you cannot see, but until I do you will not see them.  Many winters ago, you shivered, you shivered as you do now, but you believed.  What has changed my child?  Did I forsake you then?  Do you not know that I walk as you walk?  When you are sad, I am there, and I am sad, I feel all that you feel.  But I wish to lift your eyes up, for I love you.  If pain were nothing, you would not need it, and I would take it from you without hesitation.  But I love you, and because of that, I suffer with you, the suffering that I know we must endure.  I know the world is large, and it is unfair for you to burden it all.  Yet it all seems on you; but you must know, there is no part of it I would not lift with you.  I lift with you, I ache with you, I cry out to the heavens with you; ‘My God, My God’.  Don’t you know you are loved?  The world has been lifted up; I have lifted it.  All the pains, the hurts, the dead ends, the rage, the hate, the desperation, the displacement – all has been lifted up.  I love you.  And love means reaching to the lowest of lows for the beloved; Beloved, don’t you see I love you?  To love is to be with, and so I reach out for you; to what could I reach to love without pain?  What distance could I travel to be with you if not for suffering?  How could I say ‘This is how much I love you’; ‘My God, My God’.  Get up off the ground; for I got up, and I am with you.  Don’t you know that you are loved?  You are loved more than you could ever begin to feel; the pain, the trenchant agony, all will be swallowed up, enveloped and then squeezed out of existence by my presence, taken over by my might, defeated by you, my Beloved, as you get up, get up off the ground.  You are loved and it is I who love you.  If I were to appear though, I would lose you; I came to teach you to get up, get up off the ground, but my presence would destroy all the purposes of my teaching.  Teaching is only love if it sets the learner free.   And I want you to be free, Beloved, so that you will be able to see me.  I am here; reach out for me, find me, for I am here.  If you would not be free, you would not be at all; and so I fell to appear before you as a flash, a glimmer, to hope to catch your eyes.  The glimmer was slight, but there none the less; short enough to keep you free, long enough to let you know that I am with you.  And for you to see how far I would fall for you.  Don’t you know that you are loved?  Get up, get up off the ground, and lift your eyes, child: for it is I, I who fell to be with you. 

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