St. Christopher the Comforter

St. Christopher the Comforter

God, do you love to hear me babble?
Bible school cliches burst forth
seemingly unchecked
and all I want to tell her is
You are Loved!

You are loved, and the Love that cared enough
to wrest you from the grave
will guide you over these rifts.

The Love that saw you at your worst
and called out "daughter! come to me"
has not left your side.

And you are truly Loved,
by this fierce and gentle Love
which whispers and whispers
and whispers

...trust me

with all your heart, trust me.

O Friend

O Friend,
that Love (which moves in stillness
so that when one becomes aware of its presence
one realizes it is all around
like a jungle heat)
has spoken to me.
That Love has tripped me up
so that I lost my way
and had to seek out guidance just to figure out where I was.
That Love has brought me home
has brought me through death
has brought me into life.

I am struggling everyday
and my brow is beginning to crease.
Something reaffirms
and transforms
- shakes like tropical thunder
so that I become something new
and awkward
and uncomfortable as a foal's first steps.
Why do I continue to fight it?