The Countenance of the Creator
If I could choose to do it all again, I wouldn’t.
Life in a body is too difficult. Too complicated.
I would choose something more ephemeral.
I’d rather be etheric.
I am here, so I have chosen this existence.
I have come here to plant peace. To order
chaos. To harmonize dissension. To show
the world the countenance of the Creator.
I have come here to love. Even though it
hurts. Even when convinced it’s hopeless.
Even when I’m most bereft.
I have come here to shine a light on loveliness.
To stand before the tree, the bird, the setting
sun and see my soul reflected.
I have come to bow to beauty.
To see the Light in everything.
To remember who I am.