Tearing Me Open
You are tearing me open,
coming in the form
of the most beautiful, innocent child,
and poking and prodding
in just the right way
to scratch the painful
residue that remains.
She is Your vehicle,
Your Love shining as bright as the stars
in the vast night sky,
in the unchanging field of possibility.
You gave her to me so that
you could usher me home,
with each moment
of her fickle habits
shining the way.
I see it so clearly now
so clearly
This Wisdom and Divinity and Love
that sources the minutia
and invites the player home.
How much love there is here! Your Love!
Her love to play this role!
Every last player an aspect of love!
Who am I but the Loved,
the Love and the Beloved
that orchestrates it all
from an awareness that is not touched
by the workings of the mind
and its interpretations of the play.
What grace!
