I wept at her grace, smiled upon her face and have been humbled in my place.
The woman, Amelia, was once a child, a cherub who blossomed into an angel.
Her story is one that should be known to all who walk the path toward their belief, she’ll guide the ego away from self and reveal to you what truly matters. For me it is not the pliant flesh that reaches out with loving arms, it is the dance of the spirit. It is the love contained within me that moves the soul to sing, to dance and laugh inside the cathedral of man. I dance with her, dance with her spirit and I'm dancing with the love of all of the spirits that she has herself danced with. Dance! Laugh! Love, and I’ll find I’ve been blessed by creation.
Her strength is awe inspiring and without love she’d have left me to myself long ago. But I have begun to show her that my dreams are ready for her Love, ready for her truth to emerge within my being, to take my hands and lead me away from the battle within and usher in a loving peace over the noise of my kind's pointless warring.
Seek her out, go to her, but first... know myself, know my place in this, my rapid pace. Life calls to me and only asks that I see the angel, not the flesh. See the Love, not the hate. See the beauty from inside out, not the cruelty that swirls outside in. Open my arms to her, to the child, to the children who will soon grow from innocent cherubs into loving angels.
Amelia, the angel, has graced the world and me with her love since she was born. She is not alone among the loving children all. She has been selfless and joyful, whether in pain or in bliss, she calls to me with her silent song. That’s what angels do, they call to my better self, to who I am, not to what I’ve become.
It appears that I have begun to listen, I'm rising up to greet her in kind.
Let me make this, my new song, worth repeating.
© 2011 by mark prime
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