Can you let yourself
A seemingly straightforward question
(with possibly a surprising, wayfaring answer).
How do you let yourself be hugged?
(You a bit stiff, restricted?)
Do you do a double-pat when you're done?
('That's enough now')
Do you keep tension in the skin or shoulders?
Or shake hands
(or hold them)
as if they're wired with awareness
rather than soft with affection or unwavering from unawareness?
Can you let the weight of love
rest on you,
feeling the imprint of its form?
(And, in turn, can you rest on Love?)
Feeling your weight so heavenly on Its shoulder
that all anxiety, pressure, control, or fear,
melt out of you
and drip like butter to the ground?
Through your fingers and toes,
your tongue and bones,
your ankles and wrists,
—the flood of relaxation filling the abyss?
Resting evermore deeply into
the arms of Love,
hearing your sleepy sigh
—with eyelids closed or chin on shoulder—
being blanketed with warmth and care?
(I usually find the answer is no.
What do you find?)
I know that I have known Love
And that Love has changed me.
(Has it, you?)
My centre has changed
and I am not just centred,
I am remade.
each day I get the gift to be remade
to then live life.
And I can fall,
(if I do)
I don't have too far to fumble
from taking that step of risk
—or step of faith—
into His Loving Arms of Grace.
Peace be with you.