Lean back.
Lean back into the embrace
of Divine Love.
You are the visible crest of a wave travelling over a
deep ocean of love, so what have you to fear?
Lean back into the presence
of all the holy ones gone before;
known or unknown,
of all times and places,
they support you,
surrounding you on your way as a forest surrounds
the smallest sprouting seed.
There is not one of them
who does not daily
will the full flowering of life in you.
Lean back into their strength.
Lean back into their love.
Lean back into the deep river
of the ancestors
from whom you came.
However they lived then,
they offer, at the very least,
wisdom as to how to be now.
Lean back into their stories;
the dancing entwinement
of their lineages
has brought you forth,
has clothed you
in flesh and blood and bone.
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