Stop Seeking, Start Finding
Why do you seek when you are made of the very Light you long for?
Does the fish seek water, the hawk seek air?
Every particle in your Being is the Infinite made finite.
All of creation is the face of the Nameless One.
Light a candle before yourself.
Polish the gold of the chalice you are.
Rejoice and be glad!
Your hands and feet, your lips and eyes,
your hair and heart– all this:
the Word made flesh, the Thought made real.
Everywhere you look is the face of God:
unavoidable, inexhaustible, ever-expressing.
Fold into this Mystery and tears of joy
will wash away your sorrows.
All that you seek
is the You who is seeking.
Go inside, finder.
Bask in Its Glorious Grace.
Jan Phillips 2021