Imagine having received messages, over years, about a new future, a new beginning. Imagine resultant periods of unique success, of unbreakable hope and various inspirational peaks. Imagine, after more years, finding yourself immersed in total turmoil while reaching a point where almost everything earthly was lost: realization of envisioned fruition had not come true. Imagine (with the latter) not being able to see any way or avenue for it to ever come true (now) – though at times (all along the way) occurrences were sent as a means to enhance remembrance of the original. Thereupon, Imagine receiving a new one, but without any specifics – and soon crying out because it still seemed absolutely impossible. Then, Imagine hearing the Voice of God, as a reply:
Happiness, Fulfillment, Passion,
The Uplifting Gifts, Shared:
How can they be more than imagined –
If the past plucks, grounds us
To a plane of the never to be dared?
In Seeking further,
In a continuance of Realizing Dreams –
This may lead us – to Everything.
Where there is Hope
There can be Growth,
For these are the buds that Spirit Wings.
Where there is a Song,
There can be Singing –
If we accept Awakenings of Chance.
Rewards are for the Soaring –
As we Unfold, Embrace,
In another cleansing Flight, and Dance.
(“A Time to Gather – A Time to Sing – A Time for a Song”)
Eternal eyes welcome passage.
Here is Truth.
Open with care, that which is naked (as hearts).
Why must certain invitations tear those apart?
Chance, choose, while dreams arise (in Destinies).
Now is the time.
Search, as told to seek;
If one’s soul accepts,
The Guidance will be complete.
Revolutions of spheres spin distinction;
Where intuition speaks,
There is direction.
Lines are often drawn –
As intrinsic Art paints triads of reflection.
Awakenings answer absolute wondering.
Then, there is Belief.
No longer wander beneath purity, light.
The journey arcs in ascensions;
Elation takes flights.
Here is the Truth that invites.
Now is the Chance to realize.
Where is the Art that replies?
Then is the Answer to the Search (for what Guides).
Desperation shows its ugly face in many ways
No one can escape the times we live in
The answers are so simple
And we all know where to look
Just to avoid the question
Hope clings to safety;
Its Lifeline is a chord, bedded and awash by the sea.
A Drifting eludes the tides of uncertainty.
Hope floats, surfaces –
As Uprising floods draw near.
The womb is abandoned –
As the Creator’s thirst overwhelms fear.
Through affirming admissions,
When Faith guides –
Hope labors, then delivers ascension.
Let it Breathe.
These sails swell with Awakenings.
What is possible when One Believes?
Horizons rain possibilities.
The cresting waves may set us Free?
If cast aside,
A veiled anchor drags the Radiance
With the depths of dormancy.
To be drenched in the Rapture of Reality –
Or to be dry with bitter complacency.