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We remember you.

Warriors of grace

Clothed in soldiers attire

Still walking the earth from beyond the veil

Protecting life with flesh and soul

Unable to recognize when  war is over

Your sacrifice became our freedom

Your tears became our earth.

I still hear your battle cry between the realms

For some of you the war is not finished

In a soul whose memories 

Marched with God in sight.

Friend or foe?

Beyond the veil it matters not.

Courage belongs to every sacrifice made

Under heaven’s name.

We salute you

Oh warriors of grace,

May you rest with ease 

Knowing our lives are filled

With gratitude as your death

Gave us life.

Womb deemed barren

By centuries of confusion and despair

Where love and hate diffuse themselves

Amidst the sun and stars

And a sullen earth pleads for a gentler heart to

Mend its wounds.

A simple moment of gratitude

Please bestow upon brethren

An intimacy you are frightened of

A loneliness shared amongst the many

Whose rebirth becomes your birth over and over again.

Your tears ache and pray with each movement

Of your soul

Beating as every light and every darkness

Passes through the very portal of your womb.

Forgive until those tears know kindness.

Man or woman

We all give birth to each other.

A paradise of gratitude

Breathing out the iniquities

Breathing in the grace.

One tear at a time.

A fertile awakening.

One that only gratitude can comprehend.

How can beauty thrive in such chaos?
The abyss wondered incessantly
Admonishing any semblance of grace peering through the darkness.
It grew tired of the struggle scorching its soul,
thoughts woven in between shame and anger,
An emptiness filled with such isolation
Fear becoming its constant companion.

But the beauty still breathed life.
It eternally breathed hope.
It breathed a gentleness that gave chaos permission to
To finally feel that beauty of its true nature.

And so it was.
With each passing moment, the abyss became resplendent.
It became so beautiful. It yearned to see and know itself differently than it did before.
And when it finally looked in the mirror, the celestial countenance that first appeared and appeased the darkness was that of its own visage.

We weave each soul’s song into a collective harmony

Amidst a purpose that demands rebirth with each whisper of inner growth.

Oh to be reborn into a tapestry of consciousness where the light and the darkness

Carry each other with respect to Divine Providence which gave them life.

You are a child of God. You are a child of each other, the sun, the moon and the stars.

Individuation blossoms as it dances within a universe where hands are held and hearts are one.

Who are you in the emptiness of being?

An extraordinary vessel, a passage of time immemorial, a portal of love.

You are the image and likeness of all that is Divine.

What more is there to know?

She walked in carrying a brown leather suitcase and wearing stiletto heels. Her raven colored hair, high cheekbones and dark red lipstick set against a backdrop of times past and present. The gleam in her eye as she stared you down from head to toe.

Images of sins and pain flash as images on a billboard

Of thoughts and actions in every lifetiime

You have come to live.

Her name was Karma. She didn’t need your permission to visit or open up your life and tear out its pages.

Your life was her business. Your history was her game.

Your penance was her obligation. Your weaknesses were her breath.

You had forgotten what she looked like each lifetime she came around.

But you will begin to remember.

The sound of her heels walking slowly through your path.

The noise so deafening it screams through every cell in your body.

She rarely utters a word.

She simply stares as you tremble, gazing at that suitcase

Where your judgement awaits you.

Make no mistake.

Karma’s looks can be deceiving.

The moments she spends with you can feel like an eternity.

We never really know what’s in that suitcase or what our judgement is until the next time around.

But we wait as sweat pours down our cheeks.

That one last glance as she throws back her hair, purses those red lips, takes that suitcase

And walks out a door created just for her.

Deeply

Intimately

With such reverence for the vessel

In which your spirit calls home.

Tend to it with great mercy

Only the light could understand.

Bathe it with immense

Hope until

You quiver with faith.

Touch it with pure kindness

Until you weep the name of God

In every language known to the angels.

One day, you just might receive

This gift that you have been given

In all its splendor.

With wild thunderstorms that dance through the universe

With dreams of merriment amidst ancestors of old

With mischievous spirits that frolic through the ethers

With bouquets of flowers that whisper sweet nothings into my heart

And with human beings who never stop believing

in the eternal power that kindness can wield.

Listen to the embers burning

Of ancient cries amidst war

The desolation and emptiness that only darkness can bring.

You search for souls as your narrative

Weaves its way among ruins and bodies

Whose story becomes imprinted in your own

And within generations not even birthed yet.

You and I were once torn by gunfire and hatred

In another time, another place.

Do you think there are sides to war beyond the veil

Where the light glows?

You are both my comrade and my enemy

As centuries have passed

And our wounds have befriended

A peace deemed by God.

But our minds still want war

And to tear each other’s stories to shreds

So that no one can whisper victory but you.

When you finally cross beyond that veil

You will learn that victory belongs to nobody but

The light you refused to see.

breathing long ago. A fragmented humanity,

weary from suffering and wandering listlessly

in the darkness.

Your heart still lives my friend.

It yearns for sunshine, the incandescent light

of grace whose melody will breathe life

back into it.

“God, why do I need to understand my own darkness?”

“Because you asked me to show you your light.”

“But then why do I have to experience such struggle?”

“Because you asked me to bless you with miracles my child.”

The little boy was getting frustrated with God.

“Can’t I just experience love without the sadness, the pain, the loss?”

God looked quizzically at the little boy.

“In which dimension are you referring to my child?”

“Where I exist, light and darkness, love and pain, suffering and freedom; they mean different things than they do in your world.”

“Humans complicate such matters of the heart when it comes to their own existence and experience and then when they cross, they evolve into such an energy that there is no differentiation in those matters of the heart you ask about.”

The little boy, still looking at the heavens, wanted to ask one more question.

“Well, can I have that now? Do I have to wait?”

“I’ve never stopped any human from experiencing that kind of heaven on earth in their hearts or minds. It’s up to you my child.

You can change your internal experience and understanding any time you want, so that you struggle less. The power has always been inside of you.”

The little boy became quiet and God continued.

“Humans want more. They want to rush through the darkness and the pain to get to the light without realizing the light never left.

They refuse to see the miracles in the suffering.

They can’t see the peace in the loss.”

“I don’t know God, humans sound so confusing to me now,” the little boy said.

“I’m right there with you my son. I’ve been perplexed by their need to perpetuate their own suffering when the answers are only a heartbeat away.”

And with that, the little boy thanked God and sat for a while in the sacred silence God left behind.