Member-only story
The Freedom of Having Nothing to Offer
How could I ever think that I could get closer to God.
That would mean that I have something to offer God. To add to God’s lot.
It would also mean that I could get closer to God than you
like a race between interns jockeying for position towards middle-management.
But I don’t. God is my source. Not the other way around.
The only thing God needs is for me to get this relationship straight.
The one thought that was wiped clean in ancient times
and remains a faint whisper
I am not God.
I am not the first mover. I am the moved.
I am not the creator. I am the created.
There is no earning in this relationship.
This is not about rewards. It is about gifts.
I can strain and reach but there’s nothing to grab.
Meanwhile, as I extend my outstretched fingers trying to grasp it
I am held ever tighter by an outside-inner thing.
I am and have always been the getter, not the giver.
I need you, God.
You are here.
If you enjoyed this poem and would like to get more like it in your inbox to help shape your day, 👉 head over here 👈 and subscribe for free!
