It’s 3 o’clock in the morning. You’re lying in bed, unable to fall asleep – you’re hot, your head aches, and it’s impossible for you to swallow without a burning sensation in your throat. All you want to do is sleep, but the pain keeps you awake. You’re begging the Gods for mercy. They don’t listen.
Or do they?
Every cell in your body is tensed up, closed and defensive against the ache in your body. You’re panicking – the pain is just too much, so you shut down all your feelings. You want help, but do you really think that help can reach you in this situation?
Hear this now: the Gods do listen. They’ve heard your every plea for relief. They are knocking on your door, ready to soothe and reassure you, but you have barricaded yourself inside and refuse to open, for fear that the visitor is not a God, but Pain or Death. You dare not imagine what lurks out there. So you stay defensive, and refuse to trust that what you prayed for is here.
But listen. Listen, trust, and let go. The signs are here, and if you only opened your eyes to look you would see them, clear as day. Like you, I have doubted and feared; and like you now, I have seen, heard, felt the signs and omens sent by the Gods. That sudden birdsong at midnight, in a silent garden. That rainbow breaking through the clouds as you pray. That eagle flying low over the city. That warmth at your back, so real that for a moment you thought someone was there.
Someone was there. It doesn’t matter who it was, and how their will manifested itself. You were heard. Now it’s your turn to listen.
(This post is my letter O for Pagan Blog Project. I know, I know, the alphabet doesn’t start at O, but my blog is still a baby and didn’t exist back at A, so please forgive it for skipping 14 letters and strolling onto the bandwagon.)