Two Words

I was lying in a hospital bed. It is diferent from what most would think of as a bed in a hospital. This bed was in a room within the addictions and recovery ward of the hospital. Now it would seem strange to think I belonged in there when I was not addicted to any particular drug. But truthfully I was addicted. I was trapped within my negstive self suffering yet again from severe depression. I was simply addicted to all the vile negativeness my depression had put in me. So in this bed on a night when I felt raw and hopeless I was sobbing and begging my creator for an answer to this often asked question. "What do you want me to do ?" Immediately I heard a serene and loving voice. It was neither male nor female. It was not a booming voice of my God . It was the loving comforting voice of my ultimate parent. It simply said these to words. " Be still." My crying stopped and the turmoil within me went away for that night. I realized that not only was I heard and answered. I was was acknowledged and loved so perfectly by the very being that created me. This is a moment in my life that has come to define who I truly am. Now with absoluely certainty I know that the act of creation is never a waste of effort. Of course the truth of that lies with the purpose of creating all things. The universe is here because of love and the one that created it simply wants to be loved back. In a still and tranquil mind I was able to find this truth. Regardless of my imperfect state of being with other bouts of depression coming and going , I find myself once again in remembering this seminal moment. My love for my creator is all I really have to give back. And miraculously it's enough.