Thoughts from the Field: From the Source

Written by, Anonymous

God is vast and infinite ocean and we are but droplets in the sea. We are made of the same stuff and take part in the same limitlessness. We move about each other, we droplets, pass around and through one another, mixing, swirling, crashing. God’s will in the great current. It pushes and pulls us toward and away from the shore, whichever we must go. We are rejuvenated and made well by each other in a great ebb and flow.

In God’s time, we shall see all the shores; north, south, west, and east. We shall see the still depths and the swelling heights. Some of us will wash ashore, dissipate and move on. The rains will come and new friends will be among us.

In this time, I sought not to be a part of this. In my ignorance, I wished to separate myself from other droplets. In vain, I tried to flow against the current. In shame and confusion I sought pollution and filth which, I felt, suited me. I looked for the moment when I could disconnect myself in a burst of ocean mist, fall to the shore and evaporate. Alas, I only fell back into the ocean.

In God’s infinite wisdom I have been drawn back out to the deep blue at high tide. In God’s infinite grace I am cleansed and renewed of the pollution one day at a time. God, the ultimate patient teacher, is instructing me that I am here to take part in the ocean. In all justice, we are not meant to be divided or disconnected, lest we diminish the source. 

As the waves recede from the shore and spill from the rocky breakwater, my one prayer is for a calm sea and prosperous voyage.

Published in A New Leaf – November 1991

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