“Look! Nature is overflowing with the grandeur of God!”
~ John Muir
A verse in my morning reading grabs me, stark and real. A single word–chosen–a hot one for me, suddenly different, and I hear the truth in the whisper of the Divine. I pull out my concordance, I go back to the original meaning, I make notes, I write to sort it all out.
Hour after hour, day after day, I return. I meditate upon it. I speak it to myself. I write it out and carry it around with me,
Later, a piece of paper makes it official that I was, indeed, born and still later a most thoughtful gift acknowledges the receipt of the birth registration and it becomes true in my heart what was true all along–I am real.
Secrets are exposed to the light, truth is acknowledged, and a the gift of celebratory bouquet of pink flowers replaces the sorrow of my birth day with joy.
I am reminded that there was always a plan–an A plan, not a B plan.
The past is reframed.
Your quote reminded me of another, God’s Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins: https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-grandeur/
I had not read this one before, Marian. Thank you for bringing it to my attention. Love it!
Linda, this is so beautiful.
Thanks so much, Cathy.
You are indeed a kindred spirit.
As you are to me, my friend.
Ever since I started corresponding with you, you have been real to me. But I try to understand what this feels like for you. I’ll never fully understand, but I have felt “alone,” rudderless, without a parent, abandoned. Blessings to you, dear friend.
For years I thought I was the only one and then I started reading adoption books and found that it’s a common thing for adoptees to have similar feelings of having been dropped here rather than being born. Makes sense, when you think about it, since the circumstances around our birth (I’m referring to closed adoptions) were taboo.
I appreciate your support and empathy, my friend.