Off My Pedestal

She says to me, “How can I stop being so selfish? How can I stop focusing so much on myself?”

Oh God, isn’t that the question I’ve been facing for months?

Look up, child.

See the sun illuminating the trees? That sun shines from above. Look up.

Look up, child.

See the wispy white clouds blanketing the sky? Something greater than you painted those clouds up there. Look up.

Look up, child.

Hear the bird singing atop the tree? He flies high above you. Look up.

Look up, child.

Lift up your chin. Lift up your eyes. Lift up your mind.

Looking downward I see my flesh. I think about my aches and pains. I think about the rip in the side of my shoe. My to do list begins flooding my mind.

But You say, look up, child.

I can’t see me anymore. I only see You.
You in all your glory. You in all your beauty. You in all your strength. You in all your creativity.

I’m off my pedestal and in the palm of your hand.

Look up, child. Look up, child