Whisperings From God

Today I choose to free myself.
I free myself from timeless sorrows.
I free myself from needless guilt and shame,
and from the mesmerizing tidal pools of self pity. 

I release the idea
that I can never be enough,
can never be loved.
I release the words that once
silenced my voice,
I release the grievances that once
bound my hands and feet.
I choose to see
that hidden within every grievance
and between each harsh word
is a whispered secret
God would have us know.
He has been whispering:
        You are strong.
        You are powerful.
        You are invincible,
        for I walk with you always.

He is reminding me that though
the words spoken aloud have caused me such pain,
God was still yet there speaking through them.
He assures me that I was only told what I needed to know.
I needed to know the depth of the wound
in order that it could be healed.
I needed to know so that when the time is ripe,
people will trust that I have indeed
walked the oft winding and lawless path of great healing.
They will trust that I, too, had to start from
the great depths of dark and foreboding caves
before laying first my faith and then my eyes,
upon the light at the end
of the sightless and confining, airless tunnel.

The hushed words continue:
        There is nothing that you cannot do
        while I walk with you.
        Every wound once healed
        becomes a source of ecstasy.
        Though your pain runs deep,
        be rest assured that
        your joy shall have greater depth
        and hence overwhelm all sorrow.