Poetry

On Returning to Origins

by Terry Barlow
05/24/21
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Some of the places we can explore in God are the very places where we were once formed out of our own unformed substance, like the imaginal discs of the butterfly that he has carried even from before he was a caterpillar. There is a place in God's heart where I was conceived, where I can behold the very substance itself from which I was shaped. Some have walked with wonder into the very room in which they were born nearly a century before, and then walked over to the window through which were seen all the days of their lives before they were ever lived. As the salmon finds its way by scent to its spawning ground, and the turtle follows reflected gleams of light to the sea, and then returns to the same spot decades later using the magnetic field, we find our way back, His Spirit leading us. There are no meaningless moments, there are no unimportant people or insignificant creatures that don't matter for that matter.