

Does Christ drop into you,
like water?
Sink into the deepest places,
seep into the narrowest ways;
right down into your feet
to ground you?
As Love descends,
does She hollow out your soul?
Stretch it at the edges.
Expanding your capacity for herself;
opening up the space inside you?
In the stillness,
Can you reach down?
Can you feel the warmth
on the tips of your fingers
as you touch the mystery
within?
Is it too deep?
Out of reach,
Just beyond your grasp.
Don’t give in to fear, dear one.
Be still.
Wait: the Christ is born again.
Love is rising.
Ruth Mwenya