Grace and Peace to you.
No one can come to me
unless drawn by the Mother who sent me;
and I will raise that person up on the last day.
It is written in the prophets,
“And they shall all be taught by God.’
Everyone who has heard and learned from the Father
comes to me.
—John 6. 44-45
What draws you?
What is so deeply compellingly true you can’t resist it?
What gives you life,
refreshes your soul,
draws you into a delight beyond yourself?
Fall for it.
What asks your soul of you?
Don’t expect some white-robed prophet,
and watch out for those tricky feelings.
Never mind the theologians
who’ve decided what you should believe.
Where does it hurt?
How does it heal?
Speak of that.
Let the birds of your beliefs
settle in the tree that is there.
Who forgives you so hugely
you feel newborn?
If you die for love,
what raises you up again?
Was there a gift there?
Did someone give it?
That’s the One.
We are drawn to God
by whoever bears the fragrance of grace,
whoever speaks our name of Beloved.
Toss the autograph you got as a kid.
Don’t be scared by the people walking around
referring to a picture on a “wanted” poster.
Love is a shape-shifter.
Who is drawing you?
Each moment, each breath:
who is drawing you?