As I sat here today, I thought about my soul. Just my soul. I took time to tend to parts of me that aren't seen. To pray for others. To pray for myself.
It was such a clear spot to listen; no drama, no noise, no striving. I was just there to be and hear and listen. So I did just that. I heard and I was.
After a while, I thought about home and how this peace is not there (excepting my bedroom). Because people are without grace. Because grace isn't honored when it is given. Because mistakes cannot be made and lovingly corrected.
It's hard being a person who serves a Master for whom love is law and spirit amidst people whose only law is revenge and wrath. My home is not here among these people and it never can be.
I seek a nation for whom love is law and with whom I can serve my one and only True Master from which love derives its form and purpose.
At the falls, I heard a Voice inside and the words, "It's time."
It's not enough to sit at the falls and hear the Voice inside. It must be acted on. I feel empowered now somehow to do whatever comes next and that is all I need for now.
I don't know what that means, but there's fire in my veins. I'm nervous, I'm afraid, I'm going anyhow as we all must.
How many of us take this much of a pause -- especially those who claim faith -- to hear that voice and tend to our souls? Regularly? When was the last time you remember?
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