In the quiet recesses of our being, a silent call beckons us home, to our True Self, our essence. The journey, a winding spiral, never linear, urges us to seek fulfillment for the God-shaped hollow within. Dissatisfaction, divinely ordained, guides us toward grace's embrace. We resist numbing distractions, recognizing evil's guise in superficiality and ignorance. God, elusive yet ever present, awaits our discovery in life's depths, in our vulnerabilities. Delving into love's depths, witnessing life's mysteries, or beholding beauty, we touch the timeless Real. Homecoming, profound and eternal, whispers of a deeper union, not bound by belief but rooted in inner knowing. This, heaven, now and forever.
May we journey inward, heed the silent call to our essence, embracing the winding path towards fulfillment, guided by grace, love, and the timeless Real, finding eternal union within.
(adopted from: Richard Rohr, Falling Upward)
