I see you
I see you
Is the everlasting
Whisper
Which
Echoes
In the cavern
Within
Within
The breaking
Day
Are blessings
To be ridden
Like light that
Dapples
Leaves
Just so
Just so
I can bear
The sorrow
One moment more
And walk
Holding
Both
Both palms
One itched with grief
The other alighting
With peace
This is the way
I am seen.
I wrote this in a No Hustle November moment. It was just a brief space of time, one filled with peace and surrender. I decided not to rush onto my next task. I looked out my window to the circle of palm trees, with their sun and shadows just so. I allowed myself to rest, unhurried. I asked God what he saw when he looked at me. And these were the words that rushed in, on a whisper.
No matter who I thought God was, or think he is, and no matter how misaligned my perception of him might be—I continue to be caught off guard by how much greater his acceptance of me is than I ever imagine. The doubts, the pain, the grief, and the unseen are always still seen. And I am forever invited to be held close, just as I am, hand wide open.
And this is how we are seen.
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