CAN IT BE TRUE ... ?

O come all ye faithful – and not so faithful

who enter walls made holy by prayer 

and praise. What draws us to these places, 

from our world of the known 

into the unknown? Warm memories 

of childhood security? Snatched recollections 

of hymns and carols sung to tunes stored 

safely in half-remembered recesses of the 

mind? A desire to touch the hem of mystery?

Or the need to connect with our hidden self 

– ignored for so long yet never leaving us.

‘God, you have made us for yourself 

and our heart are restless until they find their rest in Thee.’

Just the memory of a sentimental childhood tale?  But, suppose it were true?

Suppose divine love had entered our flesh.

Imagine we had been brought into being by the overflowing of love.

Dare - for a moment - to be open to the possibility that all 

that is most noble in our humanity

is but a dim reflection of a Great Beauty?

Suppose it were true that we had a great dignity, were

temples of wonder to that which we call – God.

Suppose, just for a moment, that we were not just 

dust, but dust destined for glory?  That God had entered

the centre of our being.

That, hidden within us, we had the ability to do great things - to be

godlike.  Then, maybe, we would reflect, just for a moment

and marvel at our self;

rejoice in and give thanks for that mystery, 

pause before the wonder of our being

and have the courage to say, “Father…”

Suppose, not just for this moment in time, but for all time

it were true ...