Returning to the Center

Melissa Reardon
Thresholds Literary Journal--Autumn 2009

Regardless of whatever name I bestow upon You,
You are the Source of all Life.
You are the Beloved.
You are in the wind, the water,
the soil and the sun.


You are not a thing.
You are all things and nothing.
You have created all.
Always.


You wear many masks and speak many languages.
Yet I cannot completely comprehend your Mystery.
Your reflection rests in all of our faces and religions,
and within each creature that treads, flies,
grows or swims on the Earth.


You created Life and Love in a covenant of stewardship.


I sanctify and venerate You,
nothing else.
Not money, not American Idols,
not the cleverness of the rich,
not even voluntary poverty.
Not anything that keeps me from seeing You
as the center of all life.


If I worship wealth, I feel forsaken.
I believe illusions.
I feel soul starved.
No light can shine in those who worship something other than You.
Your Love cannot be purchased…at any price.


For You are the center of all things:
All love, all energy,
all food, all water,
all shelter, all forgiveness,
all evolution, all light…
and all healing peace.