Whisper My Name

Dear God, Allah, Mother/Father...Creator,

WHO ARE YOU??

Why do You call my name?
All my life, as far back as I can remember, You have
been calling me.

It is a whisper...but I hear it. Like a breeze blowing through the tops of the trees... I hear You.

And You frighten me.

Is it the awe? The immensity of You? Why am I afraid? Is it that You are so vast and I am so small?

I have tried and tried to put You in that little box. The Farce of Man Made Religion. Christianity, Islam, the teachings of Buddha, of Gandhi, of who knows whom else and none of them satisfy.
Knowledge does not satisfy. Rules. Laws.

Speak to my heart. Climb inside me.

But, no! NO!!

I ache. I run. I am afraid. I want You passionately, desperately...and I push You away.

I fall to my face, sobbing. I grieve for something I do not understand, a loss I do not fully remember.

I feel broken. My soul is shattered.

Help me...just help me. Do not leave me alone in a silence.

Keep whispering....