You know me Don, you have listened to my voice many times. There are unending conversations I wait to have with you that will take place here with me. Tomorrow brings a new day; today you admire the soaring hawk, spring flowers, and chirping crickets, but endless gardens wait to be appreciated here.
There is an endlessness that you are yet to understand. In this life you experience a choir of feelings, textures, sights and sounds. Walking through the hills you approach a river valley before looking down and admiring a river bank teaming with life. A multiplicity of sensations greet you; the willow tree holds a nest of chickadees, a nearby oak the downy woodpecker, while sunlight falls on a mother black bear and her three cubs walking in the meadow past budding plants and trees.
Every nuance, every natural process, hidden, known, and unknown, speaks of a mysterious order unleashed in existence. Where you find yourselves in the mysteries sky no theologian, scientist, philosopher or poet is yet to adequately explain; where here is no one understands.
You have no accurate map of the true size of reality you’re part of. You don’t know what lies beyond you or where forever leads. Yet there might exist such maps drawn of limited parts of existence made by others you haven’t met. The scale of these workings is something you cannot conceive.
Despite what you think you understand the complexity of my ways extends infinitely beyond all barriers human thought sets. There is no ending point to who I am; all theories you form that reduce the scale of who I am need revising.
Look into the pages of your dusty religious book and read the poetry on the page. Tomorrow brings a different day from today and this I assure you is to your liking. When you see me clearly you will not cower but celebrate greatly as your heart rejoices. Your mood will behave like a waterfall overflowing with peace; your heart will be glad to sit at my dinner table.
Open your eyes Donald, the hour approaches where I draw near. The clouds of daylight and the evenings darkness have no say in what I promise to bring you. When this new day dawns I will bring you laugher. Without error love is the greatest of all companions. The plan I promise you is free from error. Step into my light, you who observes this writing who now wonder in darkness. I speak to all who listen to my voice. I am one who brings with him a toolbox that is fair. The plan of goodness I will work for you has no end.
Look up through the clouds Donald, stand and watch; it won’t be long now until your hour draws near. Soon your heart will be glad to see me. Have faith and remember my peace.
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