In the Nature of Our Humanity

What a wonderful gift she is. Like the warmth that is the fire before it’s seen, I can feel her in the air around me. Like the Sun that can be seen though the eyes are closed, I can see her even in the depths of a lonely night. She is always there, prompting me forward though my flesh begs me to stop, reminding me that now is the time to be the best I can offer.

She walks with me on the muddy pathways I roam, rarely leaving her footprints in the muck. She whispers words of love even when silence is all I hear. I could see her in the mist before I had ever seen her form, and I had called out her name before it was even known to me. In the nature of our humanity we’ve walked together since the beginning of time, even when we were alone in the climbs we have taken.

Is there a doubt that destiny has brought us to the place of our meeting? Somewhere, in the annuls of what divinity authors as what must be, their names were etched with a smile and a promise of hope. In the stories written of love and loss, of great warriors risen from the ashes to find a throne to call their own, their moments were foretold. “These two,” said Time, “we born to sow great gardens in the spaces that they share.” To meet would be their destiny, to unite would be their cause, and to plant great seeds would be the purpose for which they’ve lived the lives they had.

In the nature of their humanity, both would be born to find their dawn sprouting in the Eastern horizon. Both would find their purpose rising through unknown skies, finding their natural way. She would blaze the path through the night to light his day, and he would hold her dear when the storms clouds darkened their journey home. Their destiny was to rise in the East and set in the West, creating a wonderful day in the spaces between.

Love, as it is, purely attracts lovers to their purpose. Though resist they may, the attraction overcomes the illusions they create against it. Through fear and folly, through stumbles and happenstance, lovers rise to meet the wonderful challenge of their natural undertaking. They kiss in the torrential downpours. They embrace as the blizzard winds tear life apart all around them. They make love in the heat of battle and they always, forever, stand back-to-back against each and every foe.

There is nothing lovers need do to realize their destiny save destroying the obstacles they have created along the way. Love pulls them together, and only their fear can keep them apart. If they choose to surrender to the pull, given in to the truth of their existence, there are no seas too wide nor mountains too high to separate them. Their flesh will know its truth in the sweat they share, and their moments will be brightly lit by the truth of their connection.

In the nature of our humanity we realize the nature of our Divinity, and in the love we share we know ourselves so clearly, and so truthfully, that there can be no return to the darkness of the lie. In our kiss we know the song of Angels, and in our union we discover the very nature of the unseen Universe, and the power of the attraction that binds us to this space even when we fly high above it.

Now, with this hammer and this sword I destroy the obstacles before me. I await your arrival, in the truth of our meaning, in the light of our meeting, and in the purpose for which we were born.