Fall on My Knees (a poem by JRobin Whitley)

Used with permission – Pixabay

During the healing service,
I wanted to fall on my knees again.
How long it has been since I,
sinner and saint,
felt
the presence of G_d and wanted
to fall on my knees.

G_d had not been absent.
There was the same awareness of presence.
I was angry that:
God did not act.
God did not protect.
God did not keep
my life, my love
from falling apart.

G_d knew.
Yet, I also knew it wasn’t G_d causing me harm,
though G_d’s commitment to free-will baffles me.
Humanity is cruel, self-centered, and greedy.
Yet, God also sees in us kindness, compassion, and generosity.

I thought John Lennon wrote the lyrics
“Let it Be.”
G_d wrote it,
sang it to John or Paul*
and John decided it could be a hit.
John was always the spiritual Beatle.
John was also the disciple that Jesus loved.
They could be the same
…if you believe in reincarnation.

When one lets a thing be –
It becomes what it is –
monster or saint
Only reveals its nature
when we stop casting illusions.
We are all good at these magic tricks,
but they are only tricks
and not real.

The real comes forth from being.
Let it be.
Whatever “it” is – let it be.
Whoever “it” is – let them be.
Wherever “it is – let it be.

And while you let all the other things be,
rest in the knowledge that you are okay.
You are enough.
Let it be.

Used with permission – Pixabay.

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©2018 J. Robin Whitley is a writer, musician, and artist in NC. For more information on her work, please visit http://www.jrobinwhitley.net.

*Paul McCartney wrote the lyrics to the song, Let it Be. When I wrote the poem I had thought it written by Lennon. Had thought it written by Lennon so long, I only made a minor adjustment to the poem for now. 11/9/2018

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