by Eve Lorgen 5/19/21
I asked for a poem, prayer or song the Holy Spirit could send for those of this world who don’t belong. What essence of Love’s truth could pierce this harshness of times, hardened hearts and crushed souls confused minds seeking a Sign from the Divine. I pause and remember a sacred text which stated, “Faith must precede freedom of enlightenment awaited.” A memory of realisation dawned on me to ponder that glimpses of realized eternal beingness arose from Grace, and “not me” or anything other. Grace is a gift, a miracle bestowed when your heart purely desires truth to behold. My eyes released tears that Grace gave to me— something so precious— a Divine Opportunity. To hear His voice, Her call, a Presence so deep an unshakable Truth beyond comprehensibility. A Hawk sings to me at the moment of epiphany. A vine of newly bloomed honeysuckle beckons to me. I pick four flowers, three yellow and one white. She tells me to drink her nectar, and all will be “all right”. Honeysuckle keeps me present in Divine Presence, letting go of pain of the past, and allowing me to receive greater fullness of Love’s essence. Because through Faith I believed.