Nothing I have ever done or will ever do
can separate me from
or bring me into the heart of the Beloved.
Oh, I can distract myself from the longing
that whispers day and night for that sacred union,
and some days I am too tired to notice
that what I ache for is and always has been here:
. . . . right here in and at my fingertips,
in the way the breeze lifts my hair,
the way the earth pulls me to her,
the way shared laughter makes my sides ache.
Nothing I have done or will ever do
can make me worthy or unworthy
of being touched by the Lover’s hand and heart,
of being the Lover’s hand and heart in the world.
Grace – the way Infinite Love
gives Himself to us in every moment
the way God unfurls Her tender mercy in our hearts
is a constant invitation to say with the fullness of our being:
……Oriah Mountain Dreamer
forgetting to be in love with love removes us from the source of who we are……leaving us to grapple with aloneness…..funny how we come back to love again and again…the infinite, mysterious pull of grace……
We think life is strong and love is fragile, but really it is the other way around. Life hangs by a thread and love holds the Universe together.
devastating in its immensity,
“I am your very self.”
…..Ivan M. Granger