“But I trust in you, O Lord;
I say, “You are my God.”
My times are in your hand;
deliver me from the hand of my enemies and persecutors.
Let your face shine upon your servant;
save me in your steadfast love.” (Psalms 31: 14-16)
Night is upon us. Clouds settle in, stifling in the dark.
The path no longer lit; the way no longer clear.
We blindly stumble forward;
Seeking what? We are not sure.
Rocks lie underfoot; turning ankles, slicing skin.
Yet onward we must go, for it is all we know.
There are some who move against us, their path leading other ways.
People pushing past us, we are bumped, spun,
We are lost.
Where do we turn? How do we find our path again?
What is that?
It’s a whisper.
No. It is THUNDER.
It’s a soft breeze.
It is a RAGING STORM.
It is a voice.
A voice rings out, cries out, whispers, weeps, calls…
I am the way.
I am the way? Who would say such a thing?
We look around us, crying out, “Who is there? Where are you?”
It is I. Be still.
I am here. Follow me.
We hear this and we know. We know that this is why we are here.
This is why we blindly stumble; because we do not know this voice.
“We are here,” we cry. “We will follow you; show us the way!”
All at once it’s like our eyes are opened; we feel warmth spreading through our chests.
The clouds are still there, it’s true, but now they no longer stifle us.
They no longer block the light. We see. The moon! The stars! The sun!
And there! Lit brightly like a beacon before us, our path!
Our bodies tingle. What is this warmth? Love? Is this Love?
It is I.
We hear it again; and suddenly, we know.
We know. We feel. We see. And we love.
This is God.
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