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My philosophy on life:
Life is not a drum to beat so play it like a violin.

My gifted and well known Sis from Africa Myrataal

We all are children of a Heavenly Father.
He sends each one of us on our own unique journey,
with our own unique gifts of love
to share with those who cross our path.


This life on earth is but a preparation
for eternity – so no matter when and how
our journey on earth comes to a halt,
our destination is to be with our beloved Creator.

God is everywhere:
God is in sadness and in joy;
He is inside a smile and inside a tear.
He is inside our being, whether we are rosy pink babes
or wrinkled aged; energetic youths or juvenile strays;
powerful leaders or so-called social failures.
God is even inside anger, agony, and inside mourning.

God is in that special facet of our diamond,
called soul.
Our bodies do not carry a mere part of Him;
we carry Him in His splendor:
even a small child holds the pure Breath
of the Almighty God.

We carry his powerful Spirit. We have him visualized
as Jesus the Christ, to set us a perfect example
of Love

We belong to Him.
And when we return to Him
it does not matter HOW we return, or WHEN we return,
it matters THAT we return: returning is a joyous
and sacred unification.

As the sun retracts its rays at night from this earth,
God retracts us as His smiling rays
at the end of our individual days.

For those that stay behind, it is a sad separation,
and of course we may shed tears.
But these tears are pearls stringed to beautiful angel Hope,
and our sorrow drapes lovely angel Faith.

And in the end tender Supreme angel Love stays forever
with us:
the Inner-being of God
and of us all.

And this is the gentle but strong Link
that keeps us all together: LOVE.
Linking us as one family with God our Father,
until we are all unified with Him
and the divine Circle is completed,
and we are all Home.
myra

Heartsong

By: Night Hope
a published well known artist

Unfold it gently
with faith
in the courage it's shown;

each crease holds a memory
sublime in its permanence ~

each jagged edge,
a mending.

It has served me well
with tender intentions ~

kept me swaying out of madness
& into moments of discovery
where Love illuminated

my weeping eyes.

Whisper to it softly ~
murmurs meld into magic
borne of reckoning

without reckless disregard
to taint its Truth.

Stroke it with kindness
& watch
this flower bloom

among the wreckage
of dreams denied.




The Word
by Jaden on Jan 12

And the word was one with his thoughts,
where he sat with lips parched from speaking.
He wandered the land and began his journey
to impart the practice of his heavenly art,
painting love and kindness across the face of the world,
drawing the lonely, anguished and bereft to him,
healing the spirit by the flesh, conquering the beast
that titillates the people to pain and misery.

Speak the truth of humanity and the need of man,
to trust until beyond the end in the one who created them.
Today is tomorrow is yesterday, and all join together
to exalt his presence among the people,
where the most exalted is today where you are living.

Do not blush with shame when he calls your name,
but know that he will welcome you to enter his arms.
He calls your name even when you do not hear him.
He has searched for you among the ruins of your empty faith,
and your earthly actions that have blanched your soul
until it is a shadow of the death that you would feel
without his presence in your life; with your sins unforgiven.

He has gathered to you all the tools that you require,
but even as he gave them, you began to divest yourself of meaning.
Upon the birth of existence he was, and is, your only salvation.
There is only one possession that will open your heart to his word,
and that is love, that only he has given you so you may be arisen.

The gift surrounds you in essence and in action,
but has been forsaken when you have denied it
to yourself and your kin.
This is sin.

Open your eye to the power of the word and his love
that pours into your vessel.
To deny the good works of others is to deny him.
This is sin.

His gifts are not to be denied or tarnished by denial or repentance.
This is sin.

Hold dear the power of love given freely and steadfastly at your feet.
It is the word.

Love your brother as yourself.
It is the word.

Remain steadfast to those who hold to you and do not waver.
The reed will remain strong in the storm if he is imbued with love.

All is love.
All is God.

Amen.