Nothing…

I met with my Creator last night, the maker of the universe… He said nothing… After the initial shock of being in the presence of All That Matters and yet is No Matter, I ceased the effort to comprehend the limits of his imagination. I asked, “What is your name?” He said nothing… I understood that my Creator has had countless names, and has no name at all. I felt that if the names were spoken from a list, they’d fill all of time and space itself. This caused me to question the origin of all things. “What was here before you started all this? What was around prior to this cosmic canvass, this painted poem which is our existence?” Once again, the Creator said nothing… I began to feel undignified and guilty in his presence. I was ashamed of my own human condition and all its shortcomings.

Is there anything that I have done,” I inquired, “that could come between us? Anything so bad, that I’d be cut off from you forever?” I tried to look my Maker in the face, and he said nothing… This eased my shame, and I felt wave upon wave of his pure love washing over my soul. Tears sprouted from my eyes, weeping at the idea of him caring enough to spend time with me. But I wanted to keep it coming, this peace and love. To make sure I did whatever I could to aid the process. “Is there a way, Great One, for you to love me MORE? What can I do, to earn your favor?” This time he smiled wider than the milky way, grinning with unbridled Love. His eyes pierced my core as he said nothing…

- Craig Morrison