When life seems circuitous, random and potentially unpredictable, I remember this invocation by TD, one of our very first writinginsideVT participants.
(She’s still in the writing circle, soon to be released from prison.)
I reach for her words “I Am Here” as a kind of personal salve. Her’s is a prayer of surrender to a loving God, the Divine, or whatever that loving/living Presence is for you.
“I Am Here” is featured prominently in our book-to-be, Hear Me, See Me: Incarcerated Women Write, coming out in September. I was reminded of the piece this week, reviewing the book’s proofs prior to publication.
Reading it again brought me peace, a sense of being held, a reduction in my personal fear factor.
The job that didn’t materialize for me last week, the sense of isolation that pervaded my day today, and the waywardness of my life direction as of late–all seemed to fade as these words spread over me like an ocean of mercy. May they bring you comfort as well.
I AM HERE
God is an ocean of mercy . . . Collapse into God’s arms and you’ll weep like a child.” —Rumi
It is me, your daughter.
I am here, in your light.
Your grace has given me many blessings.
It is me whom you loved,
no matter the number of my faults. Continue reading