Where have you gone?
Why have you gone from me?
You used to marvel at the stories of me. I smile, remembering, as you learned from those who came before you. I was like a beloved relative then, watching your success from a distance, smiling as you grew, and sharing your sadness when things couldn't go your way. I'd help you where I could, and give you advice when you needed it.
But soon, you drifted away. You only call in times of need, and I provide what I can for you, but it isn't enough. You call, and though I stand right here, arms wide and welcoming, you don't see me. You can't, because now you looked with your head and not your heart. I remember the day you turned away from me, and how saddened I was at your loss. You didn't feel the same. You already believed me a fairytale.
Now, you are fully grown. I still watch over you, keeping you safe and helping you where I can, but you still do not see me. You do not acknowledge me, except to hollowly teach your children about me in a pale comparison to how you were taught. Or, worse yet, to argue over which version of me is the True One.
Do you not see?
Do none of you see?
All of them are me, my many faces and bodies help keep you close to me. They should not tear you from each other in the process. I should not cause you so much strife. But, your prophets' words are being distorted, and not all the hearts of my children are pure.
Most do not seek to understand me anymore, but take for granted what has been learned by others in centuries past. Some spout hate and violence against those who are different, because they cannot see the tears I shed as rain. Some believe the words of clergy, but only if they do not need to change their opinions to agree. Some pretend to see me on Holy days, but ignore me all the rest.
Some wage war on their neighbours over lands they call home, places long destroyed, and ideologies that should work together, if you would but exclude me from the arguments.
Have you all forgotten that your only real home is with me? That all physical places exist within me? That all ideas are sent to you from me?'
Have you so abandoned me, that you've forgotten what Love is?
For the Love I still bear for you, please do not let me be forgotten.
I am not hard to find. Look for me in the rustle of the trees. In the beauty of stained glass. In songs and hymns. I can be found in meditation, fasting, or the beauty of a sunset., Find me during sex, the birth of your first child, or at funeral. Look for me with your heart and you will see me everywhere. Perhaps then, you will know Unconditional Love again.
