Early morning once blue now white
God is love
This is all you loved to be as I am, found as I am and accepted, pulled into, become you, in that love is met by a giving and carried through. Eternity.
Amen Lord, amen. Let truth be told through this simple pen. As I am, I am a medium of complex understandings felt deeply within my heart without yet the perfect language in word for which I can translate the inner world of feeling. So forgive me my friend when I sound not understandable, I am only seeking honest truth to a feeling.
By the words and in their arranging here who i might find is a continuation of the eternal creative flow within and forwarded over by God. For God creates all by God’s self, all exists in God, all reveals God’s creative art.
Need I only pick a pen up, devote my heart’s intent to actual love, the overflowing of ever flowing love by God and watch the pages swim with ink to tell the wonders of it. How else could we talk about it? It’s phantasmagorical, so real its surreal, its all there is about itself on every countenance. Infinite light reflect. True tone color synergy, energy of one, our love vibration, same frequency. Who could count all these blessings, being alive is all the more the gift, each breath is a miracle, we are living, breathing beings manifest by God’s creative art. Everyday is everybody's group exhibition, one grand group of creative spirits sounded the same soul, all distinct, all one. All love.
When i call upon, call within God, there is the echoing light, in the colored crimson floor, pink, yellow, blue walls, the green ceiling, these halls in my head having collapsed into one great room, light continues, colors float, the peace order surge the expression, sunder about a thought, ready this output to be as made humanly heavenly in honor of amazing God of be, to be, in me. For even the name in my mouth, at the tip of my pen, and when in my whole being, pulsasting, breathing, being, I am truly most alive. I feel like forever. I am me made true to the destiny of this hand, a band of us, all merging in God’s peace sending, us, you, me, the one we of all to be God’s creative art. How beautiful, to be glorious, giving into all of God’s love, to be found, made, accepted in love.