16. Come to Me

Imagine what it must be like for the great spirit to have put together all the miracles of this universe, every intricate creature, every storm, every tree, every breath, every musical note. And what joy there must have been in this work, what creativity, what artistry, what immense energy. You can see this any way you wish, through the lens of science or philosophy or evolution, it does not matter.

The point is this world and all that is in it in its original form was not created by us. All the raw materials that we use to make what we make and do what we do, and think ourselves so clever, were not our original design. And here we are all invited to work alongside the spirit of the creator to do marvellous things, to dream a wonderful vision. And then, the divine spirit must watch as person by person by person we turn away to do what we want to do. Sometimes the sorrow of the divine spirit, seems so great, one would wonder how it continues on….so disappointed, so let down. 

God needs us to come and participate in creation, is desirous our company, invites us to be co-creators, to be co celebrants, to join in the feast, to be companions in The Great Work. Do you not feel sometimes somewhat sorrowful at all the times you have told God you were busy? I do. 

“I bless the night that nourished my heart
To set the ghosts of longing free
Into the flow and figure of dream
That went to harvest from the dark
Bread for the hunger no one sees.

All that is eternal in me
Welcomes the wonder of this day,
The field of brightness it creates
Offering time for each thing
To arise and illuminate.

I place on the altar of dawn:
The quiet loyalty of breath,
The tent of thought where I shelter,
Waves of desire I am shore to
And all beauty drawn to the eye.

May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.

May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.”

— John Donohue, A Morning Offering