When I was the Forest
by Meister Eckhart
When I was the stream, when I was the
forest, when I was still the field,
when I was every hoof, foot,
fin and wing,
when I was the sky
No one ever asked me did I have a purpose, no one ever
wondered was there anything I might need,
For there was nothing
I could not
It was when I left all we once were that
the agony began, the fear and questions came;
and I wept; I wept. And tears
I had never known
So I returned to the river, I returned to
the mountains, I asked for their hand in marriage again,
I begged–I begged to wed every object
And when they accepted,
God was ever present in my arms
and He did not say “Where have you been?”
For then, I knew my soul,
every soul has always held Him.
Over the course life, there are things that we lose and things that we find.
Perhaps we’ve been left and/or we’ve left others at times.
Is there something in your life that was “found” then lost and was there a yearning and then a returning? Describe it in prose or poetry.