Oct. 18, 2020

When I Was The Forest

When I was the stream, when I was the
forest, when I was still the field,
when I was every hoof, foot,
fin and wing, when I
was the sky
itself,
 
no one ever asked me did I have a purpose, no one ever
wondered was there anything I might need,
for there was nothing
I could not
love.
 
It was when I left all we once were that
the agony began, the fear and questions came,
and I wept, I wept.  And tears
I had never known
before.
 
So I returned to the river, I returned to
the mountains.  I asked for their hand in marriage again,
I begged -- I begged to wed every object
and creature,
 
and when they accepted,
God was ever present in my arms.
And He did not say,
"Where have you
been?"
 
For then I knew my soul -- every soul --
has always held
Him.
 
~Meister Eckhart