Completion

There was nothing but God in the beginning, and it was perfect just like that. Yet, he made a hole in himself, removed his own rib, and made us. With that choice, he created – for the very first time – longing. For suddenly, he wanted. His heart would never be whole again until joined to us. Why would he choose to desire? Why would be abstain from wholeness, fasting from fulfillment, until reunited with his helpmate? So that we could know the pleasure he gave up – the pleasure of completion.

by Cherie Dack

Echo

It seems that without fail

when I finally pull aside and still my racing mind,

when I choose to quiet all the noise that I allow

within me and without,

that without doubt

I hear the voice of God echo within. READ MORE

Windy

I didn’t know that I wasn’t supposed to love him. I only knew that he saw me. He really saw me. No one else ever did. I was the invisible girl, the one hidden by a nothing-special face and an ever-present slump. “Slump” was what everyone called me because that’s what I did. I slumped along never looking up. (What was the point of looking up?) But he never called me Slump. Not even once.

I’d seen him, of course. I’d glimpsed him out of the corner of my eye as he walked past me like a breath of wind. Wind – That’s what he seemed like to me. A wind from a far away place, full of soft smells and strange warmth. He was much older than I was, already a man, and I was barely ten. But I was old in my heart, and inside, he was young. READ MORE