I have been in and out of pain, feeling down, but also feeling hope, and a renewed sense of inner-joy. Pain and sorrow, joy and hope, one coin, two sides, a toss-up from day to day.
Welcome wonder-child to the edge of the forest, faith's fantastic, friendly forest. I see you standing there, eyes blasting out of your bewilderment beckoning the bountiful beauty to beseech you. There is a wise and wonderous whisper spreading through the trees as they shelter you from the potentially problematic sky: holding you: caressing your soul in an unstructured moment of enigmatic ecstasy. There is pure energy and so much love pouring out of the whispering wheeze of the limbs of life swaying softly in the wistfully-warm-wayward-wind.
Do you hear that sound? Do you feel all the love that continues to abound? Are you standing there: wonder-child? Are you awestruck and amazed, whirled and dazed as the splendid-sensational-sunlight caringly-cascades through the tall trees of life?
Love is that breeze. Love is eminating from those trees. This forest, this field of fulfillment; of dreams; of twigs; insects; flowers and teasingly-trickling streams is but one small aspect of your soul; of your Creator; and of the potential you have to create yourself anew, valuably-worthy and majestically-whole.
Drink it in wonder-child, it is yours to have and to hold, and to nurture. This fantastic forest of faith is within each one of us. It is a world waiting to be born, to be discovered, nurtured, realized and appreciated. It is for the fruits of this forest that we so honestly hunger. The hunger of humanity held in a congregation of stupendously-transcendent omnipotence.
Now, say out loud in your inch of the unique universe: wonder-child: "Here and now, no matter the size of my tree, I am the forest and the faithful forest is me."
© 1996 A.J. Mahari
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