"You: a conversation"

I am poised,
lid over eye, heart in hand.
Tongue pushing through Truth.
And I am standing.
Ground beneath fading as my mind transforms earth to stars.
Through me, light, radiating.
Universes birthed of this warmth.
To give name to that which is beyond mind would be creation birthed of imagination,
a tool gifted by You.
I am gifted.
Body birthed of mother love,
father naming their reflection.
Spirit incomprehensibly prepared.
Open am I to this
You
Great One whom made my all.
Everything is pausing as I breathe in the air that is You.
And You fill me.
I had no doubt You would fill me.
Even in my darkest hour,
when lung collapsed breath seems impossible,
You fill me.
I will not doubt Your continuity.
You,
more constant then any human idea.
The breath gifted me inspires my Faith in You.
Your support in my weakness,
holding my head as my neck remembers its humanity.
You,
lifting my head to head Your call.
To remind me of the inevitability of my station.
I know my love.
I feel the pulse of our population.
My words pour out in Love and Truth onto willing ears so often that my tongue trips in astonishment.
But I am afraid.
The anxiety is building in my gut as I near these testing grounds.
My feet are standing,
firm with roots digging,
gaining strength.
Wow, when the come they come hard and fast!!!!
And I repeat,
I know, I know,
To suffer trial and test is to grow.
For my life is to be an example of triumph over trial,
light shinning through dark.
But I was afraid of the dark as a child.
Afraid of my future.
The night in its solitude and stillness offered no distraction.
I was given this time to familiarize myself with You,
Begging You to free me from my destiny.
Begging you to relinquish me from my tasks and send me to play like the other children.
I recall me small form,
curled,
fetal,
under blankets of fear,
trembling.
And then You would sooth me.
From the inside out You would fill me.
As you do now,
with a comforting warmth that would lull me to a sleep of contentment.
It is Your Will,
and every day I see the bountiful gifts that spring from the garden of You plan.
My heart is filled with gratitude as I see the amazing Light stir in the eyes of someone who beholds You.
I am an instrument,
created and orchestrated in the symphony that is Your Cause.
I am thank full for the memory of my circumstances.
For how small my trials compare to the many gifts I have received from You,
the All Knowing,
the All healing,
the All Powerful.
I am humbled in Your Light.

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