Fabric Of My Being

Dear Spirit,

Creator,

The One,

Where do I begin?

Where do I end?

The tightly woven cloth of my being,

Intricately laced,

Lovingly woven,

Flowing and moving,

Ever-changing and forever connected.

For there is no beginning and no ending.

Where I begin and end,

You are there,

Lovingly holding the fabric of my being.

Sometimes the stitches are so tightly pulled together,

I can hardly breathe.

And then I remember you.

And a wave of comfort flows into my very fabric,

Loosening,

Relaxing the threads,

So that when I breathe,

The fabric moves gently,

Like a sail fluttering in a soft breeze,

A ray of sun shining through the spaces,

Engulfing me with your divine light.

Where I can find a stillness,

A peace,

Deep inside my being,

Being gently held in the knowingness that you are there in every breath I take,

In every thought I have,

And in every action I make.

Let me relax and trust in you,

The Creator of my fabric of my being.

Surround me with your love,

Fill my spaces with your light,

So that I am one with you forever and ever.

You are with me.

You you you