"Show yourself to me,"
said I to God again.
And this is what happened next:
I became pregnant with Light.
My eyes were sunrise and sunset, both.
Freckles announced themselves planets and stars,
and beamed upon my cheeks.
Each of my lips became a kiss to the other,
my ears heard oceans of life.
Between my eyes there was an indigo wheel,
between my toes, blond fields.
My hands remembered climbing-trees,
my hair, each Lover's fingers.
And then I whispered,
"But why have you made me this way?"
And it was told to me:
"Because I have never had Your name before,
nor heard the way You sing it.
Nor stared into the Universe through eyes like These.
Nor laughed This way, nor felt the path that These tears take.
Because I have not known These ecstasies
nor risen to These heights, nor experienced
every nuance of the Innocence
with which you create your lows,
nor how a Heart could grow so wide,
or break so easily
or Love
quite so unreasonably."
-"Unreasonably," Em Claire (2008)
If you liked this, you can find more of her work at her website: www.EmClairePoet.com
I read this in the book by her husband, Neale Donald Walsch, in his book titled: When Everything Changes Change Everything: In A Time of Turmoil, A Pathway to Peace.
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