Ishmael
my son, you have been a long time on the run,
Busily
creating what you perceive to be heavens door,
You
think you have, you think you have, but there is so much more,
Running
to and fro, perceiving that separation is the right way to go,
Perceiving
that you have and thinking that you know,
But
the past, should be left in the past, for this is the now,
You
run with bravery and endurance, thinking that you know how,
You
sacrifice all , you give to the very end of life, you give all,
But I
require obedience and not sacrifice, that is the call,
Hear o
children of the light, the whispering of the breath of life,
Hear
oh hear, my lovely souls, please hear and turn out the night,
Your
place is waiting for you, my beloved children of hope,
You
suffer and struggle; you don’t know how you will cope,
Oh
when will you see that your creations, don’t last?
When
will you see the repetitions of the past?
When
will you look to the love and to your brothers above?
When
will you see wisdom and love, in the form of the dove?
When
will you see the way, of forgiveness and unity?
When
will you see, that there is only one community?
When
will you embrace all of your family in tolerant behavior?
When will you see and embrace the real savior?
When
will you rise, to the place that you were called to be in?
When
will you see, there was really, never any sin?
When
will you walk the streets of Gold, in the higher light?
When
will you choose to see, and illuminate your sight?
When
will humility call, when will surrender lead your way?
When
will you give up the fight and purify your day?
When
will the light of love, shine through your breast?
When
will you come home, with all of the rest?
Now is
the time, to reach for the sky, now is the time to do, or die?
What
will it take to awaken your state, we all patiently await?
Will
you reach for the light, will you wear what is white?
Will
you finally agree, and see love as the sea?
Love
will bring you home, my lovely souls, we wait for you….
Love
will bring you home, what will you do????
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