I didn’t know it would catch me —
I’ve been screaming, and begging, and swearing it would never end, this downward fall
But gravity had other plans
And landed me here.
As I made my way down to the ground,
The Earth stretched out her hands to cradle my gentle body
Whispering in my ear about the healing power of nature’s force
As I whispered back in agreement, telling her how the Moon made me cry,
It always makes me cry.
I wonder what I ever did to deserve this newfound sense of peace,
And then I wonder why I think I ever have to deserve a thing,
As I recall how the dirt beneath my dirt-ridden feet holds electrons that give life to my own
And it doesn’t matter what I’ve done.
I am not apologizing anymore
For the things that move me
God is not merely present with those who wrap the Divine in nicely shaped boxes
Nor does the Spirit whisper only into the ears of those with plastered-on smiles.
“But His existence is here within these four walls!” they cry,
And so did I
Before I discovered God in the roots of the trees
And began to see magic in the eyes of every person I meet.
Isn’t it ironic,
That what feels like a fall from grace is the very thing that landed me fully here?
The place where the Earth holds me close
And the Moon makes me cry,
It always makes me cry.