Thursday, April 10, 2008

Dearest God,

We began our trek together. We heaved on our backpacks filled with beliefs, prayers, hope, and faith. We carefully moved to the black hole and one by one we began to descend. When it got really dark, we turned on our head lamps so we could see our way clear.

The place looked familiar. We've all been in this hole before. Know all the feelings associated with it. Helplessness, despair, loneliness, fear, abandonment, on and on. Scary place.

As we went deeper, we hit rock bottom. In fact we all climbed into the bottom together, one group of black hole explorers. But then a strange thing happened. We saw a shaft of light and it wasn't the artificial light of our head gear. This illuminous light was different.

I saw a ladder, one that goes up and one that goes down. A means of transportation. We can go down but we can also go up. The black hole is not a permanent place. Well, maybe it is for some. But the ladder is fixed on the side, therefore, it is always available, accessible. If we must go in the hole, there is a permanent way to exit.

The ladder is you, isn't it? You give us the means by which to escape the black hole. We don't have to permanently reside there. We can leave when we want to, permission not needed.

We entered the hole last night. We looked around, discussed our feelings, then we climbed back out. An engaging experience.

What we discovered
is that you reside
in the black hole.
The hole is black
because we forget
that your light
is white.
We assume
there is no light.
We assume
that all is lost,
dark and lonely.
We assume
that we shall die here.
But not so,
you stay with us
until we decide
to climb out.
And what fun
to discover you
as well
waiting for us
at the top.

Love, Andrea