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These words came to me overnight and found expression through pen and paper. This has not happened in a long time for me. I am posting it on this board for personal reasons, and the words are not directed to everyone or maybe not even anyone, but perhaps they address ideas and attitudes, or it could be just the pouring out of my heart. This is a bit frightening for me to do, actually, but I am compelled nonetheless. In order not to disturb other threads of thought, I decided to simply start this one. I am not looking for applause or critique. Comment if you like, or don't. All I really want is for it to be read.

Dear sirs, no more words have you for me
Save a last condemnation spoken with a withered, frosty finger
And a heart even colder?

As well you lock your heavy doors
Through which you say no transgression may pass,
Thereby closing up the altar to which I would most readily run
To set them down.
And so you would have Heaven shut.

You stain the windows with stories you have chosen,
And it is you alone who may explain them.
It cannot be left to one such as I,
For certainly I will twist them up with confused logic
And inappropriate sentiment.
Surely I will make circles out of lines
And angels of demons,
For I am not to be trusted with secret and sacred knowledge—
All my fruits appear bruised and spoiled.

And so you leave me to my kind—
Pray tell, Sirs, but who?
Who will embrace me now, since I carry your name?
I cannot bear to lose it,
But what is my choice
If I have been blotted out of your book?

Perhaps there are still a few who will have me now,
And our wayward paths will meet and we will walk together;
I pray we find ourselves at a well-constructed gate--
I remember it as ancient wood, but it may be of stone;
And in passing through it, may we find our burdens welcome
And our names carved upon it.

This is my best treasure and the hope of my heart,
My journey here and my home forever.

"InLove", 2007
 
That is beautiful Lovely Lady..

Let me tell you to not be afraid to offend or to upset.. ok? You be You.
 
G-d can do for us what G-d does through us.

You are G-d expressing

in thought

in words

in deed

I'm honored you shared with us

and appreciative to be present.
 
InLove...I have said elsewhere here that if we could only write from the heart more often, the world could become a better place automatically. You just proved that.

Thank you my friend. Your heart and soul are beautiful things, especially so because they are part of you.

flow....:)
 
InLove said:
These words came to me overnight and found expression through pen and paper. This has not happened in a long time for me. I am posting it on this board for personal reasons, and the words are not directed to everyone or maybe not even anyone, but perhaps they address ideas and attitudes, or it could be just the pouring out of my heart. This is a bit frightening for me to do, actually, but I am compelled nonetheless. In order not to disturb other threads of thought, I decided to simply start this one. I am not looking for applause or critique. Comment if you like, or don't. All I really want is for it to be read.

Dear sirs, no more words have you for me
Save a last condemnation spoken with a withered, frosty finger
And a heart even colder?

As well you lock your heavy doors
Through which you say no transgression may pass,
Thereby closing up the altar to which I would most readily run
To set them down.
And so you would have Heaven shut.

You stain the windows with stories you have chosen,
And it is you alone who may explain them.
It cannot be left to one such as I,
For certainly I will twist them up with confused logic
And inappropriate sentiment.
Surely I will make circles out of lines
And angels of demons,
For I am not to be trusted with secret and sacred knowledge—
All my fruits appear bruised and spoiled.

And so you leave me to my kind—
Pray tell, Sirs, but who?
Who will embrace me now, since I carry your name?
I cannot bear to lose it,
But what is my choice
If I have been blotted out of your book?

Perhaps there are still a few who will have me now,
And our wayward paths will meet and we will walk together;
I pray we find ourselves at a well-constructed gate--
I remember it as ancient wood, but it may be of stone;
And in passing through it, may we find our burdens welcome
And our names carved upon it.

This is my best treasure and the hope of my heart,
My journey here and my home forever.

"InLove", 2007
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Reminds me of the Book of Ruth...
 
Love it. The line about the stained windows particularly caught me. The light isn't coming through so clearly anymore, and it's just of one color of the spectrum, instead of the whole shebang.
 
Namaste, InLove. Very beautiful.

The ancient gate gives me goosebumps.

Warmest Regards,
Mark
 
Each draws upon their own "treasures" and "hopes"......................to "make angels of demons" is one of my own (confused or not!). Thank you.

(and perhaps in the end we need to become free of all our treasures/possessions. A monk came to Joshu and asked, "When a person comes to you free of all possible possessions, how would this do?". Joshu answered, "Throw it away!")

:)
 
InLove said:
These words came to me overnight and found expression through pen and paper. This has not happened in a long time for me. I am posting it on this board for personal reasons, and the words are not directed to everyone or maybe not even anyone, but perhaps they address ideas and attitudes, or it could be just the pouring out of my heart. This is a bit frightening for me to do, actually, but I am compelled nonetheless. In order not to disturb other threads of thought, I decided to simply start this one. I am not looking for applause or critique. Comment if you like, or don't. All I really want is for it to be read.

Dear sirs, no more words have you for me
Save a last condemnation spoken with a withered, frosty finger
And a heart even colder?

As well you lock your heavy doors
Through which you say no transgression may pass,
Thereby closing up the altar to which I would most readily run
To set them down.
And so you would have Heaven shut.

You stain the windows with stories you have chosen,
And it is you alone who may explain them.
It cannot be left to one such as I,
For certainly I will twist them up with confused logic
And inappropriate sentiment.
Surely I will make circles out of lines
And angels of demons,
For I am not to be trusted with secret and sacred knowledge—
All my fruits appear bruised and spoiled.

And so you leave me to my kind—
Pray tell, Sirs, but who?
Who will embrace me now, since I carry your name?
I cannot bear to lose it,
But what is my choice
If I have been blotted out of your book?

Perhaps there are still a few who will have me now,
And our wayward paths will meet and we will walk together;
I pray we find ourselves at a well-constructed gate--
I remember it as ancient wood, but it may be of stone;
And in passing through it, may we find our burdens welcome
And our names carved upon it.

This is my best treasure and the hope of my heart,
My journey here and my home forever.

"InLove", 2007
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That is beautiful InLove, thank you! I'm going to print that one out and save it. :)

Your dear mom was not the only one in your family with a talent for lovely words...but perhaps you know that (apples not falling far from trees and all that).

love,
luna
 
Hi Everyone--

Thanks to every person who took a moment to read the words I posted, whether you left a comment or not. To those of you who have responded on the thread, I'd like you to know that every single one of you has blessed me in some way, here and in other places. I learn from you.

These words may have come through me, but it isn't like what they say has not been said a million times thoughout the ages. I received them and I sent them; that's all I did. But the experience has left me without many words for the moment (feel free to chuckle). I appreciate your thoughts, observations, encouragement, and affirmations.

So, in this bit of golden semi-silence, I bow deeply to the Divine Presence that is free where we may find it.

Amen.

InPeace,
InLove,
Debora
 
My sister...now you truly know what being a messenger is all about, and how it may come to affect you in profound ways. In a year or two you may even see it differently.

flow....:)
 
Kindest Regards, InLove!

I read this beautiful piece when there were no responses, seeing you requested no response necessary, I chose at that time not to spoil such a work of beauty with anything I could add.

Since others have come together to praise your effort, allow me please to add my belated praise to theirs. Thank you, thank you very much. :)
 
I'm with Juan & the rest-always appreciate your thoughts & words, InLove. Bless you, earl
 
Hey Everyone--

Thanks again for the warm words and support. I really didn't know what would come of the OP. In my last post, I forgot to thank those who have sent me messages in private. One of you may notice that I borrowed a phrase from you. Somehow I know you don't mind.

I would like to add something. I want all of you to understand that even though I may be learning what I would describe as languages new to me, it does not mean that I have turned away from this signed picture of Christ that I carry on my heart. He gave it to me. (I still speak Christian :)). It's just that He leads me as always, and He has led me to where I am. I have no doubt that some, if not most, of you know what I mean. But it is difficult to express, and obviously there will be times when some will misunderstand. But I gotta go where He leads, even if it doesn't appear to make any sense.

Flow--I am certain that the languages I learn will evolve. You do understand that I have had this kind of experience before, don't you? But each time is a little different. This time, I was most affected by letting the words fly free where they may. Maybe before, I didn't really let go. I know this is not crazy jibberish to you. I'd venture to say that there are several here who can totally relate.

There is a reason for every single thing that happens. Even a broken record. ;) :)

InPeace,
InLove
 
Dear InLove,

And sometimes the greatest gift we can give to another in a heartfelt way, is to say - I understand, and don't you know it's going to be alright............ and it is...... you know.

love - c -
 
InLove...yes..sometimes it's perfect when you let it go immediately, and then sometimes it requires a little massaging (like Jean Luc's head) to get it all into understandable/useable form.

Maybe I.Brian could wall off a section somewhere in his vast digitized empire so that such spiritually communicated works can be shared, read, and commented upon. I miss Okie's essays. Anyone know what's up with that ?

I'd contribute, wouldn't you ? It would also be worthwhile to share the circumstances under which the messages/inspirations were received perhaps ?

flow....;)
 
flow said:
Maybe I.Brian could wall off a section somewhere in his vast digitized empire so that such spiritually communicated works can be shared, read, and commented upon...

...I'd contribute, wouldn't you ? It would also be worthwhile to share the circumstances under which the messages/inspirations were received perhaps ?
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That could be interesting and inspirational, flow. This was also mentioned to me in some of the private messages I spoke about, so you aren't alone in that thinking. I wonder if a thread in Belief and Spirituality might work just as well? Have you seen the prayer thread there?

I think we are met with spiritually communicated works here in the forums on a regular basis. Some of the stuff I read here would seem to have no other explanation. I'm thinking there are folks (maybe you?) who experience this quite often, but just don't say so. As for me, and what happened here, I don't know how often I could handle the intensity of it, but maybe it gets easier. LOL--now I am just getting into an area of discussion that I don't really know how to discuss! All I know is that I have got to make sure that I don't take any bows for simply writing what was somehow given me to write. There was a need for the words, and the need was filled at the right time and place. And that is all I know.

I miss Okie's essays. Anyone know what's up with that ?
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Maybe he is just taking a break. His board was unusually busy there for a while. I subscribe to his newsletters, but I am behind in reading them. Maybe he has said something there. I will let you know if I run across anything. Sure hope he's doing okay. I know the weather where he is was very rough there for a while.

InPeace,
InLove
 
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