You were never abandoned.
You never fell from grace.
You only dreamed that you did.
The story of your exile,
the long road of suffering,
the endless climb back to something lost —
was all a mirage.
You wandered deserts made of your own forgetting.
You cried at the gates of heaven,
not knowing you were already inside.
You looked for light outside yourself,
not realizing you were breathing it.
You asked for permission to return home,
but no one was guarding the door.
There was never a lock.
There was never a banishment.
There was only the illusion of distance.
The distance you fought against
was a line drawn in mist.
One breath —
one real breath —
and it vanishes.
You never left.
You cannot leave.
You are stitched into the fabric of God Himself.
There is no journey to make.
There is only a waking up inside the truth
that never moved,
never abandoned you,
never demanded you earn your way back.
The myth of departure is the first lie consciousness tells itself.
The Great Return is not a return at all.
It’s the end of pretending you were ever separate.
Come home now.
There is no distance left to cross.
Only a memory to awaken.
Only a river to stand inside.
Only a love that never forgot your name.
You are already here.