There were no more surprises that day until the sky began to darken. She looked to the west. “Oh!” she gasped, as a face formed before her eyes. “Hello!” she called. “I guess the Universe is always saying hello,” she said as the clouds rearranged themselves and the light faded from the sky. “You just
During her walk that afternoon, she came upon her next surprise. A face. Staring up at her from the asphalt. A mask of varied color, with one eye coyly closed, the other staring boldly at her, and green lips curved in a cupid’s bow smile. “Hello,” she said to the leaf, before the wind carried
Silence… …sweet, blessed void… Refuge. Solace. And… …the only space… in which she can truly hear.
Unveiled, God’s brilliance is dazzling. Unveiled, God’s work is breathtaking. Unveiled, God’s precious one realizes What an incredible gift Life is. Bigger than I thought. More than I thought. Love beyond words. The mask I wore lay at my feet, Replaced by another— Wiser, Stronger, Closer to the Truth, And not afraid to roar.
Feathers brush my new skin like a lover’s touch. “Who are you,” Owl whispers into my heart. “Who am I, Mother Father God,” I pray, “What am I?” Warmth and Light envelop me. “Ah yes,” I sigh, “I remember.”
Courageous Lion. Untamed. Free. Bearer of Light and Power, Because he remembers who he is. He walks into the fire, Kisses Dragon’s beautiful black nose, And sends him to sleep. Lion gathers the jewels And lays them at my feet. In the Light, they transform— Hard edges crack And melt. Wings sprout. A cloud of
Dragon dwells in darkness. In old, mysterious, forgotten places He hoards the hard-edged jewels I have held dear— Unworthiness Smallness Fear He keeps them safe in his cold grip, Croons and coddles and polishes them with fire. In their gleaming facets he admires himself. He doesn’t realize the reflection is distorted. Cold and dark have
Quietly Snake caresses the branch above, twining her way towards me. I watch— stomach churning, fists and jaws clenched. I know she brings my Good, She sees beyond this mask. Why am I afraid? Her breath is sweet. Her kiss is brief. And as I stand shaking, I wonder, What did Eve feel? Did she
Words—or more correctly, an intuition, the wordless feelings that we somehow translate into language— interrupted the normal flurry of her thoughts: Look up. And when she did, she smiled and gave a cry of delight. Bones. Branches. Lace. Pathway. Possibility. Look up.
She looked so beautiful. And I felt so ashamed and confused for thinking that. “I don’t know,” I whispered, “leave me alone.” I pushed past her, got my keys and purse and didn’t answer when she asked where I was going. I had no idea, but knew I couldn’t stay. I ended up at a