Tuesday, March 12, 2013

God as air

For my agnostic, atheist friends,

We have sat up late together.  Over mugs of hot steaming tea or chilled glasses of wine. On a front porch in the Romanian summer heat.  On cushy couches while winter played outside.

You say you don't know.  You just can't believe.  You don't see how God makes sense.

I say, that's alright.   You don't have to believe for God to be.  Your yes does not create Him.  He exists with or without you.

As this conversation has spiraled and turned around on itself and come out all in knots, you have been breathing.  That air you breathe is all around you and in you and through you and you don't ever have to choose to let it in.  When you aren't thinking about it or acknowledging it, it still feeds you and keeps you and gives you life.

You don't see air.  You don't contemplate its existence.  Until you are kept from it.  Until you can't have enough of it. Until it is contaminated.  Until its strength does something you didn't expect. 

But it doesn't depend on you.  It is there for you, but not because of you.

Just breathe. 

Friday, March 1, 2013

A reason to write again- my daughter

Yesterday we saw you and for the first time knew you are a girl.

Light and dark, shapes and lines,
 bits of you came to the screen. 

Gasps, shaking heads, silly grins
 and two proud brothers,

who knew the whole time.

New adventure awaits us:

pinks and purples

giggles and squeals

late night talks

early morning feedings.

I am here for you, girl-child.

I am here to shine a light on the path I have taken
leading me to be a woman.

You will have to walk your path,
 finding strength, purpose and dignity along the way.

I promise to pour into you all the love I can, to fill you up with hope and faith.

To walk with you in laughter, tears and silence.