On the mountaintop, upon the altar of light he was born. Others recognized him as the love he is and the love he came from. In his innocence, others were able to see their own innocence again and recall what truly matters. He was a precious child. Wherever he was people wanted to hold him because he wasn’t heavy, he was light because he was love. When people held him, they held a holy reminder of the truth of what we are.

As time went by the boy grew into a young man. In his journey from infancy to being a young man he encountered those who recognized him as the love he is. He also encountered others who saw him completely different than the love he is. Those who couldn’t recognize him as the love he is gave him a bag to carry. He was instructed to use the bag in this manner: Place everything you say, do and think that is wrong in this bag and carry it. Those who recognized him as the love he is also handed him a bag to carry with this instruction: Place everything you say, do and think that is right in this bag and carry it.

Accepting the bags and the instructions, he went on his life journey. Every day, whether at work or play, either he or someone else placed something in each of his bags. Some days his bag of wrong was heavier than his bag of right; and other days his bag of right was much heavier than his bag of wrong. He was strong, so he easily compensated from one side to the other to walk balanced and straight in public. However, every evening in private he unpacked both bags before going to bed. As he looked through his bag of wrong, he cried and condemned himself; and as he looked through his bag of right, he smiled, boasted and congratulated himself. Placing all his rights and wrongs back in their appropriate bags, he would sleep. Some nights when he forgot to place his wrongs in their appropriate bag, sleeping proved to be difficult.

Days passed, merging with weeks, blending to years and accumulated to decades of the rights and wrongs he and others gave him to carry about himself. He began to lose his balance, even in public. Both bags were full and heavy, overflowing onto others in every interaction. Some moments his wrongs along with the inferiority and condemnation that comes with that bag spilled onto others. In other moments his rights along with a sense of superiority and self-righteousness that comes with that bag spilled onto others. Weary, frustrated and lost, he decided to return to the mountaintop where he was born in hopes of finding himself.

Hours after sunset he finally made the seventeen-inch journey from his head back to his heart and was once again upon the mountaintop where he was born. He didn’t have to light a fire, because the star that never moves from that special place illuminated the entire area with its light. His grip loosened from the heavy bags of right and wrong as the memory of who he is ran through his tears and spilled upon the altar of light where he was born. His tears reflected the light that always shines brightly upon the altar of his heart, cleansing it, and revealing an inscription:

Of Light and Love you were born

And Light and Love you will always be

Place your bags of rights and wrongs

On either side of me


Step back upon the altar

Where light never ceases

And allow the light of love

To dissolve the useless pieces


Pieces of rights or wrongs

Hold not one glimpse of you

Step back upon this altar

To remember all that’s true


You are not lost

You’ve just used your eyes to see

Only your bags of rights and wrongs

Exchanging holy memory for misery


You’re not in either bag

And cannot be found in one or both

No matter if you hate yourself

Or use each day to boast


Beyond failures or successes

Past confidence or guesses

Afar from gracefulness or messes

Is your true reflection – Love


Of Light and Love you were born

And Light and Love you’ll always be

Throughout your life you may come here heavy

Yet, in this holy instant you are free

Walk in love,
Anthony Goulet