When I was the forrest

When I was the stream, when i was the
forrest, when I was still the field,
when I was every hoof, foot,
fin and wing, when I
was the sky
itself.

No one ever asked me did I have a purpose, no one ever
wondered was there anything I might need,
for there was nothing
I could not
love.

It was when I left all we once were that
the agony began, the fear and questions came;
and I wept, I wept. And tears
I had never known
before.

So I returned to the river, I returned to
the mountains. I asked for their hand in marriage again,
I begged – I begged to wed every object
and creature.

And when they accepted,
God was ever present in my arms.
And He did not say,
“Where have you
been?”

For then I knew my soul – every soul –
has always held
Him.
~ Meister Eckhart

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