Gazing Love
If you haven’t figured it out yet, everything I write, I write for me. I need it and I need to hear it. With all my theological training I have a hard time believing God could ever love this mess of a man. And doing this changes me. The poet stands naked before the world.
When God rests
his gaze upon us
we become
Beloved.
the object of God's affection
For God so loved the whole world...
We become vessels
of love
being loved
Love
transforming
and restoring us
whole
Such is the love of God
that no pebble was left
unturned
No distance too vast
to cross,
It is finished.
Through death
to life,
love comes
in the eyes
of the beholder
beholding
you.
Beloved, Come,
Let us walk each other home.
~ Bob Holmes #comeintothequiet
Beautiful! Love the Ram Dass ending.
I am a country girl from North Carolina. I am the young girl with a cat. I am a young woman survivor of assault. I am a middle aged woman losing loved ones to an early death. I am a senior woman adjusting to a new season in my life. I have always been a mess and have never thought God really loved me. But I keep looking in his direction.