Oct 11, 2005 20:20
Your heart is panicked. You imagine you are lost. Be still. Let me come to you. There is no darkness in which I cannot find you. You are known to me.
Gently tell your heart its panic is misplaced. There is no danger. There is no emergency. Where I am present, help is always at hand. Near as your breath--even nearer. Before you can gasp, "Help me," I hear and answer your prayer. Of course I will help you. You are my beloved child. Your terrors seize my heart. I long to comfort you. "There, there," I will say to you. "Rest in me. Rest. Rest."
I can always hear your prayer, however small, however terrified. In the choir of this world's voices, I know your voice. Speak to me. Tell me of your fears. Allow me to comfort you. Allow me to bring you peace.
I am always with you, always near. The only anxiety is my imagined absence. I am never absent. I am present for you always. There is no catastrophe, no loss you can sustain that could remove me from your side. I am always here for you, always ready to be your aid, your comfort, your ally. Mine is a peaceful world. Join me here.