Redemption Cry

I'm not sure what inspired the following poem(?) last night at 1am. Restless getting to sleep, to much caffeine. This awakened in me a restless desire for completion. I realized, yet again, that nothing created will complete me and set my soul at rest. Even a temporary union with another here will be just that... temporary. It will be only as complete as both wish it to be through the sharing that is permitted. Only continual interaction with the Creator brings the completion, fullness, and true answer to the longing of my heart. It is not that He is unable to answer; rather I am not always willing to call out to the right source. And He is always initiating!!!


Do you hear the rustling of leaves, twigs, and branches on a thousand trees as they are swayed by the unseen wind?

Do you hear the tiny ripples crashing together, on top of each other, making large and wide the waves that crash on a thousand beaches?

Do you know the shifting sands as tiny rocks exchange places millions upon millions of times, making new shapes for only my eyes to see?

Do you see the stars burning brighter and brighter until they burn so bright that they are invisibly white to the human eye?

These voices and others -- they cry out, longing for release, freedom, to live in the full expression for which they were created...

Redemption Cry... Freedom Cry... voices singing since the beginning of time: of their love and adoration of ME. Love songs for their CREATOR.

If a person were to echo or sing such a song of LOVE, s/he would find assurance of only ONE who would return that song.

The G_D who created , fashioned, and formed you in the deepest hidden parts.

The G_D who sees you through and through -- in light and dark, good and bad, righteousness and sin -- yet who's LOVE is still the same, through and through.

No other would or can return your song with all-encompassing, fulfilling, holy, and true LOVE -- through and through.

Focused on tiny worlds, even yourselves, many would not even try; those who would try would falter. For all other replies are echoes, shadows, mirrors of the ONE true LOVE.

Yet among those who try that are echoing, shadowing, mirroring the ONE true LOVE, the G_D, the CEATOR, a glimmer can be felt, received, even enjoyed; in this capacity we are HIS vessels.

So I sing my song loud for the G_D who can reply and wills to reply!!! To the G_D who put the song of Holy Uncomparable LOVE in my heart.

And whomever shall join in that song -- be it the earth, moon, sky, animals, another person, or the angels -- shall be my brother, sister, father, and mother.

And together we shall sing HIS SONG until the day comes when HE completes redemption and we shall all sing as ONE.