Sky Mama held ManChild’s face in her hands, so close he could smell the sunshine on her breath.
Dear baby boy, what trouble here? I see in your heart—the lightning once flashing lies hid. I hear only your thunder. Where is your mighty crackle and flash?
Sky Mama, I can’t feel my heart anymore. I have been so small for so long; I fear I’ll never be any greater than I am now, today, this moment. I have glass in my eyes and blood in my ears. When I stretch, I scrape knuckle on ceiling, stump toe on floor.
My precious son, you are as tall as the sky and as deep as the ocean. Though your frame but small, ’tis only tether to the world of flesh. Your spirit dwarfs the universe, your soul the wind that spins galaxies as heads of dandelion seed, swirling to create and destroy in infinite ages it has seen and will see forever.
You must never forget how all of existence lives in the joy and love that orbits your atoms. Recall days spent drinking heaven, feasting on prayer. You are all and eternal, the most of the highest and the center of My delight. Trust lies not in the words of others, but in the knowledge of self. And you are all—great, true, real and imagined. You will never grow greater than you are in this moment because you are everything. You are all I ever hoped you would be and more.