Even when you are far, your voice carries on the wind. Even though I don’t know where you are, you are always with me. Inside my soul, calling out; shouting, whispering, doing whatever you can to get my attention. The outside world beckons me away, I’m distracted, unfocused. I know I need to look inside to find you but the world is playing on my senses. I’m miserable, unchecked, wandering in a sea of forgetfulness. When did I lose my ability to retain, to remember, I’m doomed to repeat my mistakes over and over if I fail to remember. I drift amnesic, suspended in time.
Somewhere on the wind I hear you, in the whisper of the trees and the smell of rain. The memory calls back to me. You are calling, knocking. My door is open and yet I cant seem to find the words or the courage to greet you. I’m ashamed, embarrassed. Like Eve in the garden I am hiding from you, aware of my wickedness and evil. I cower in the shadows of the room, holding my breath, frozen with fear. I see you and you smile.
You are good. Loving and all knowing. You accept me for who I am and for in spite of all that I’ve done you reach to embrace me. Your eyes are tender as you see my form. You are unashamed, I’m your child. You long to heal me, to walk with me through this difficult time. You invite me into conversation, extending grace by your very presence with me. You welcome me to dine and to remember your sacrifice, to sit at your table and commune with you.
This is my body broken for you my love, eat for your healing. This is my blood shed for you my love, drink for your freedom. These symbols have lost their meaning in your everyday life. Remember each day as you eat and drink your daily meals, my sacrifice was given for each and every one of your days. Remember that each day is a gift, given to you. Be mindful, be present. Focus and trust on me. Be still and know that I am with you.