THE PRODIGAL POET

Beloved Poet…

What makes you think you must write only in solitude?

To pen words you’ve learned as you sit with Me and we compose together, only in that time; uninterrupted, cocooned in the stillness of our Peace alone?

It is another time now – the Forces of Life and Death are in hot battle and Spirit cannot be Still!

Nor are you or any of my Beloved now free of the pain you feel when ripped from our Communion in the Art We create…

Have I yet betrayed you and not kissed your Mother this day?  Has She not nourished you from my loving kiss?

Think of those who have yet to know Me in Stillness!  Weep for them, not for yourself…remember, it is for them that you are all I’ve made you!

Sit, Poet, and write with Me while you can; fear not that one word or line will be lost, for have I not always finished what I have placed in you?

Remember Me First, for I share all Creation with you, who Creates with Me. And I will complete in you all I have made you to be!

Poet, Write! …in the bosom of your Mother – in the care of the Universe!

 

Copyright © 2014 by JD Adam in dedication to my Healers.

All rights retained by Author. The Prodigal Poet may be freely copied and freely  distributed without request as long as this copyright notice remains in place.

 

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