We feel our need for healing and the perils rising before us. The scent of a storm on the horizon Approaches with a destructive strength. Our stillness is not emptiness, our compassion. . . leaps, we pray for purity and compassion for the society we inhabit and our grandchildren inherit.
Ultimate reality blooms daily struggles sing the core of our deepest desires fails to invoke my name the heart of regular life perhaps too much for us to hope for shines through the cracks. . . and the lack of our generosity. . . to whom this sounds like so much like “I am here. I am here!”
God forever promises. . . letting new light shine upon us. As we wander in the desert of our lives, we lose the feel of God when we confront our daily sadness, anger, anxiety, or even joy! We repress the suffering over the world! Personal invitations stretch my concern for God’s all-inclusive Love!
Through deep meditation with God And dwelling within me as He does with all, I recover from my selfish covetousness, remembering that being on speaking terms with God is bragging, listening is learning! I believe He rewards all His children with eternity in His Kingdom of Heaven!
My weakness, God’s power I look; l search; I learn. God teaches me to listen. . . my inner voice speaks golden riches, for it is His forthcoming through my heart! Speaking Love to the world to the wellbeing of all.
We are bold to be together; God champions each of us; Together we are undefeated; Brothers, sisters, those fleeing inhuman living conditions where leaders stonewall God.
All are welcome in this house. . . the migrant escaping violence. . . the weary traveler seeking rest. . . the stranger who knocks on the door. We are all worthy in God’s eyes. Being on speaking terms is great practice –
I am but a wee breath of air blended with the mild breeze that gently tingles the small hairs on your forearms. Beloved one, it is I, God breathing life into you.
I gave life to you in Eden with the same breeze you now feel I gave you control of my creation Yet you lost trust in my benevolence, my love.
Look at my clouds, great symbols of trust and prosperity, bringing water and wealth! For you, my beloved relax, think of clouds as good; I made them for You.
I am lost. . . I have fallen! My sense of life is tragic; the prophets tell me to talk about it, show my astonishment, pay attention to God’s Salvation, get back up. . . pursue a life of character, work with God’s helping hand to gain inspiration and integrity. . . and be lost no more.
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