Lost is the sheep who wanders off. Close to the shepherd it finds safety. His voice carries a familiar tone, recognizable is the sound of love. A gentle heart calls the wicked, and willingly they change their course.
The heart longs for his sheep, like a dry mouth longs for water, without them he cannot survive. His alacrity to keep them safe is immense, the sacrifice his own free choice.
I am an observer in an open field, and my curiosity exceeds my concerns. Distance allows an open-minded view, when discomfort rules a broken heart. On which side do I belong, I wonder?
The ability to make a selfless choice, forces the heart to lose sight of itself. The willingness to embrace your identity, forces the heart to let go of its thoughts. To be is a joy to the longing soul, a gratitude to its Maker.
Understanding nurtures knowledge, wisdom is a blossom to the heart. In an open field I am the observer, watching this ever-gentle display. The icicles melt in the sunshine, in the view of the cherry blossoms.
The batteries of my flashlight are empty, and the wood is too wet to make a fire. The dry ground became muddy from the rain. The slippery roads don’t hold my feet. As the darkness is closing in, I shout, “Can you hear me? Can you help me? Please, safe me”! With a panic-stricken heart, I try to focus. “Don’t panic”, I say, “God-child don’t lose your calmth”. As I bring back the beatings of my heart to a normal pace, I use my knowledge as my most powerful weapon. And in the dark silent mud I whisper, “Love”.
The more I whisper the one word I know, darkness retreats, driven away by a beam of light. Following the light to find its source, the light has made a home in my heart, where my deeds create the greatest beams, and my thoughts drive away any kind of evil.
The Voice of Love and Light speaks to me, “My child, in order to find the light in the darkness, you only need to look inside your heart, where I am. Always present, giving strength, sharing wisdom. Knowledge is your torch in the darkness, your heart is the calmth in the rushing storm, but love is your most powerful weapon, for love is the brightest light that I can give you”.