Listen, my child.
Listen, with your heart
And you shall hear their feelings
And the words they never dared to speak.
Listen, as the angels sing their melodies
In the winds of time.
Become the receptive chalice,
The cup that enfolds,
The vessel that contains
All that is,
In love and in hate,
In beauty and in ugliness,
In joy and in anguish.
Listen with a loving heart.
Let your soul soothe their wounds.
Let your heart soothe their savage cries.
Hold their hand.
Hold them up, 'til they do stand on God's land
With new strongly grown legs.
Be their cheerleader
For their hidden cries to become
Conscious screams.
Let your cheers draw forth their closed off sounds
To free their own inner music
And sounds of rapture.
And smile with joy and love
As each one finds the gold in their own heart,
Of beauty, of love, of their own radiance
That joins with the radiance of the Creator.
Then listen, to the emerging Light,
To the sounds of the sunrise
Coming through the veins of your being,
The joining together
In the Chorus of Life’s Creation.
Post je objavljen 18.03.2013. u 21:36 sati.