If some day, we sat outside,
watching the sun rise,
feeling the heat of the day,
would we think we had caused it?
If some night, we sat by our window,
watching the moon rise,
observing the stars being switched on,
would we think it was our doing?
If some week, we were quite still,
noticing the flower buds opening,
sensing their smell, eyeing their beauty,
would we believe we created this?
If some season, we stood quietly in a forest,
hearing the blooming of the trees,
sensing the eons of this repeated pattern,
would we lay claim to this magnificence?
Hopefully, we would be more aware, more humble,
appreciating that we—and the universe we inhabit—
are already cared for,
already maintained, sustained.
There is no need to arrange anything with Spirit,
to ask anything of God.
We are one with God; we are in the Spirit’s care.
All of these wonders are already ours,
the days, the nights, the flowers, the trees.
We needn’t ask for them,
need not judge our own worthiness,
simply accept that what is, is,
and there is no separation.
We are one with all of it.

Author’s Note: I came to know this during the times before and after my many, many visits to surgery, realizing this life to be a benediction through which we are all passing.