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/spiritual peaks. Imagine, after more years, finding yourself immersed in total turmoil (and ongoing diabolical attacks) while reaching a point where virtually 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 (under current circumstances). 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.
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.