God's Kiss

God's Kiss(Patrick McGoey) God's Kiss

Ever since she can remember she had been eating. When she was young she didn't eat as often or as much, but now it seemed that is all she did. She noticed she was getting bigger, and that others didn't eat like she did. Some of them ate a little, played or worked, and ate again later. Some of them, ate a lot, then slept, or relaxed, while some only ate once in a while. She ate all the time. She did not know why. There was this drive in her, this never ending requirement to eat. So she ate. She nibbled on everything. She was a vegetarian, because she believed that was the best thing for her. That this would be the correct thing to do, eat healthy. But she kept getting bigger. Rolls and creases were appearing on her body. She kept eating. She kept gaining weight. She couldn't stop.

One morning with a mouthful of food, something in her changed. The change might have already been in motion, but it was at this moment that she noticed. She thought, or more correctly the thought came to Her, 'You need to stop eating now'. It was a not a conscious thought, much more than a thought, it was a feeling. Something else was directing her and letting her know, you are done. Many times before, she wondered why she was always eating, that something was telling her to eat. Now, something was telling her to stop. The drive to eat had left her. She was not hungry. In fact, that compulsion was being replaced by something else. She was to keep busy.

She started with a small thread, weaving it together with another. It was a very small thread, a very fine thread. She worked, and worked, busy with knitting and crocheting. She was creating something. What it was, she didn't know, but it gave her comfort to stay busy. Once again, there was something inside directing her actions. Her sole focus was to keep busy on this task. After some days, she found herself working on a sheet of very fine cloth. It lay across her shoulders and legs. She attached one end to a branch to keep it up, so she could continue to work. After a day she attached the other end to the branch to create a hammock. She could lay in the hammock and continue to work. After days of crafting and engulfed in the hammock, there was no more to do. She was tired. She had worked endlessly on this lovely hammock. As quickly as the feeling to stay busy had come, the desire to work left her.

She fell asleep in the hammock. A deep sleep. A long sleep. She dreamed the dream of life. She found herself in a womb, warm and safe. The sound of the ocean's heartbeat rolling onto shore painted a kaleidescope of images. The trunk of a tree separating into branches birthing leaves with veins and vessels carrying life's source. Rolling clouds collecting the moisture from the air to bring a sigh of relief and hope to the fields below. The red ball of warmth that comes and goes in rhythm to the flowers opening and closing. The song of the crickets in the cool evening, and the trumpet of heaven as it unfolded to quench the thirst of all who resided on and in it's soil. The brightest light, born from the darkest dark. She was floating in a vast universe so intimate it was as if she could touch it. Yesterday blended into tomorrow, with herself in the center. No pleasure, no pain, only the feeling of motion. The movement of cells, molecules, and atoms rearranging themselves into something greater than their individual collectivity. Then the moments of silence, when she could hear the voice of God.

The dream started slipping away. She was becoming aware of herself. She was awakening to a consciousness she had never known. A metamorphosis of such epic proportions she could not remember who she used to be, or who she was now. She moved slowly, almost imperceptibly. She felt bound, and the desire to be free, to spread her wings was the only compelling reason to be alive. She worked at wriggling out of the hammock that had supported her through this journey. She knew it had served it's purpose and should be discarded, and she would have to tear it to break free. She climbed out of the garment she had crafted and rested on it's top. She was new, fragile, unknowing. She felt light, delicate, and whole. As time warmed her body, and she stretched and moved around a bit, she felt something stir inside. Something she had to do. A love she needed to fulfill. The message coursed through her soul. Creation. On the spirit of the breeze that rose and fell, she would flutter by. She would fulfill that purpose in a new heaven and a new earth.