Full Conception

A child's conception in synchronicity with divine touch
A new arrival with babies blue eyes, and the beautiful child is born crying
Angels rejoice and celebrate as baby feeds in mothers arms.
Heaven whispers, calm, the holly spirit reaches inside the young ones heart
attached are chords of silver, joining soul and flesh in correlated life
Revived, a spirits breathes once more upon its unfulfilled path
A heart with eyes that know many ages, meditating its way through this reoccurring dance.

This child ages in humanly discomposure, heedless in an enduring search
This child is special
Pure dreams relinquish sheepish thoughts, the
Conscious stills for the unveiled hearts honest ambition
No longer a fear among cause or reason, an angel grants the soul its key to infinite freedom

Endeavors continued with slow change in the quest of the surrendered
Where the child's olden thoughts would crash, new enlightenment had become faithful prayer
Head upon the pillow, Heaven heard the words so rare.

“God. I don't like to weigh down others, so I don't share my pains that need not be
Right now I return to you my life. I repent to you infinitely.”

“God, if it is your will, may I see truths to the burdens of this mind.
I feel like no one knows what it is like to love everything alive.
From small and unnoticed, to the big and beautiful open sky
From a grand child's new born innocence, to the grandparents glowing pride
From the lambs of spring, to the ancient mountain peeks and ravines
From the homeless man on the street, to the crowned Queen upon her seat.”

“God. My wish is for everyone to see as I that, love is your divine nature
For generations love has been diluted into misconception and confusion
With these eyes I, look back across times indefinitely ravaged by war.
Empires desires of conquest, rule and domination.
Greedy sentencing slavery upon needy
We see scars their children bare
Have their tears ceased?
I don't think so
A repression fueled generation is focused on revenge
Is vengeance just?
With which hands did we sin?
Our Father's, Fathers, Father?
In which mind do we repent?
In ourselves here now?
Who is any man to judge?
What fool cannot see the innocence in any child's eyes regardless of ancestry.
That fool surely holds no love above own pride”

“God. I feel as if we have a dependency to be lead.
Governments are curbing the insanity ineffable chaos, yet
the seats of leaders evolved out of sin.
Kings and those alike act in extortion and greed, these
shepherds of selfish desires are the fires from which we breathe
So, which of us is fit to lead?
The herd follows tied up and learned of bitter ways.
Neighbor against neighbor we're competing for any grain
We hear cries of misfortune, peoples tortured by the cycles of hate.
These iron chains binding the blind with pain, each soul captured forming a new link, from kings to peasants we repeat the same foolish masquerade”

“God. I wish to be shown clear a path for me
A way to achieve all I can, and to stand with a certainty for my quest”

In a state of near slumber, deep in the spirits mist, the
Almighty's hand rested upon the child's shoulder just as a strong and unmistakable voice began to whispered softly.

“My child. Rest your weary head upon my being,
Let me alleviate the worry, the pain, the hardships, and frustrations.
My child, I never gave you those emotions, they are love lost.
They each arose in anxiety of your separation from me
They each evolved to separate you among yourselves
They each are tools which evil has produced, not by choice, but in its arrogance.
All the hate, pain, anger, frustrations, and emptiness arose from leaving my infinity
The separation from the self righteous quest for mans own wisdom.
Wisdom minds cannot conceive.
When Adam silently watched Eve eat the forbidden fruit from the forbidden tree, so began the
loves undoing.
But my child. It is alright, I wish us not to dwell on what you have now come to see.”

“You know that unity is freedoms key.
In this age of information, reach, reach, and reach out to expand the inclusion.
Work with your passions to help
Build Charity as an open book, be devoted selflessly.
I will give you bread, I will keep you dry.
Show the masses my light, but
always keep blame, anger and judgment aside.

“Rise up my child. In ways the world so craves for.
Lead serve me, and serve all through me
Yearn to reach youth and to treat the collective needs
Love all, serve all and above all, behold Eve as your beautiful queen
My child, you will not be forgotten.
If no one sees, know that I see
If no one applauds, know that the Angels will sing”