“Obey your spiritual leaders, and do what they say. Their work is to watch over your souls, and they are accountable to God. Give them reason to do this with joy and not with sorrow. That would certainly not be for your benefit.”
Hebrews 13:17 NLT
I pray to you divinely father, my eyes closed and, sealed tightly.
For my hands pressing each other firmly, I ask your forgiveness.
Oh God, see me for who I am, not for the inactions.
I truly see you, not with my eyes but the heavenly images of you in my head, gloriously awed feathered wings.
Each wing stretching immensely, crystalizing with hypnotic vibrant beauty, impressioning me. Surround by your eye, it endows me in your beauty and,
your loving presence encompassing me in all directions. I hear your words spoken, my lord.
He says be your truest and, kind. Do not worry my children for, I love you with all my hearts possession.
See your wisdom from within yourself, as all nature beats as your heart beats in mine. Raucously lean on your heart, I’m here.
Trust oneself with all your being, treasure your moments for they’re precious.
He shows me; when a twig sits still on a body of rocks it decays but it still sits there with deliberate purpose.
The hawk uses that twig as support, because nature demands it. The twig falls but it reminisce is deliberate, for that twig shares space with its surrounds now.
A partnership with all that sees it for what it is balancing. Envisioning the stream engulfs it, the rocks harness it’s energy, the winds pushes it feeling it’s energy pushing back. Yet look, the twig still strives with existence for it gives purpose to all other things. As the twig burnishes and is faded by me…
Each thing having its own erratic dispersing energy, fabric layered on each other supported by streams of enlightening energy, a form of energy that communicates with me and, all things living or not. Sounds balancing between harmonic forms of vibrating light, that I can only call conduity.
If I let the stream engulf me I can be consumed by it, drowning, or coexist with it. Harnessing it’s energy for use of momentum. If I lean against the rocks, it supports me pressing firmly on the earth or, I can lose balance not trusting it, falling. If I let the wind flow against my body, it can embrace me, gently brush my senses or, push me back, fervid. Do you see?
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