That you are infinitely held.
That with all the voices jockeying for postion to talk you out of who you are,
This one matters most,
The voice underneath, beyond, and inclusive of the rest, saying,
“You are loved as you are, exactly as you are.”
There is nothing to prove.
There is no deed to perform.
There is no one to impress, and that includes yourself.
“Before you were born, I knew you,” the voice says.
While you were pre-cognitive,
While you were pre-lingual,
While you were blissed out in a field of no distinctions,
One with mother,
You saw the world face-to-face,
The way God sees you now.
Steeped in your created and gifted essence,
The demands of culture and economy and politics and family mores
Don’t come close to touching the belovedness that is you,
The beauty that is you,
The bountiful ball of love that is your unique presence on the Earth.
You are a miracle of miracles,
Not because of any achievement,
But because that is the essence of who you are,
Not only to God but to all whom you encounter.
Don’t despair if they can’t see it, can’t accept it, can’t name it.
See it for yourself.
Accept it in yourself.
Name it of yourself.
All that is necessary will follow,
As you learn to love yourself and your neighbor,
The way that God has loved you from the very beginning.