If everything was just pure joy & delight
I might not be quite so driven to write
It’s sometimes the pain that’s most inspiring
Although it’s uncomfortable, draining and tiring
And writing can turn pain into pleasure
Sorry to joy, and rubbish to treasure
It reminds me I’m not the doer, I’m a channel
As the poem writes me, I feel emptiful
Spirit expresses itself in so many ways
Filling the world with divine love & grace
I feel my heart fill with humble praise
And it shines a light through the murky haze
Desire, the fire of passion burns bright
My soul is blazing and longs to take flight
The heavens are calling me home to the Source
Such a powerful, magnetic, invisible force
I sob with the longing to finally go home
And all I can do is write this poem
Or sing about it in a song
Oh, how I want to return to where I belong
There must be a purpose for this existence
And yet, I still feel so much resistance
I feel like an angel who’s fallen to Earth
And entered the world through a human birth
There must be something for me to do here
Now if only the purpose were a bit more clear
Life would be so much more bearable
Instead of seeming so pointless and terrible
So I continue diligently on my path
Unwavering faith my dependable map
I pray & I pray to my Beloved Lord
Give me the strength to keep moving forward
Show me a sign so I know I’m okay
And let me know that You listen when I pray
Take me in Your infinite loving arms
So that I’m safe from the world’s harms
Comfort me when I feel so much pain
Shelter me & keep me dry when it rains
I’m your humble servant—just show me what to do
I lay down my life on the sacred altar before You
I praise You & bow to You now and forever
Your name is on my lips & heart in my every endeavor
So do what You will with me—use me for your glory
Fill me with your love & grace so I can tell your story
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2 comments:
Erin,
Your poem describes my experience so intimately. I too, love to write and sing and express....I transcend through this. It brings me to my Being and to bliss. It alters everything..So great to meet a kindred spirit. The surrender resonated with me so dearly. You are reminding me of who I am ...you ARE telling God's story...thanks God for working through Erin. And thanks to my soul for manifesting this reminder of who I am....as I see myself in her.
Infinite Blessings,
Deborah
ps. My sign is Aquarious...so we are next door neighbors!
Girl!!!
I love this peace/piece that you have written. I have said so many of these same things to myself.
Know that you are not alone. WE are not alone. We are legion.
I'm resolved to the fact that our purpose on this planet at this time is to hold the frequency and the vision of peace. As Brian Piergrossi said in his powerful poem that you posted, we are secret agents, undercover, doing our work in the Earth.
I've read before that the longing we feel to 'go home' is so that we become strongly connected to Spirit, always calling out to God/Source, always yearning to be reconnected, always seeking re assurance that our prayers are heard and that we are not alone.
Many years ago, my Buddhist teacher told us the story of Boddhisatvas. He said...Once upon a time in the infinite past, we were all successfully completing our turn at the wheel of life. We were coming home and just as we were about to enter that place of peace, just as we were about to accept our reward for a job well done, we looked over our shoulder. We took one more look back at Earth, and saw many still suffering, lost in darkness, fear and manipulation. And we said, 'what about them'. So, my teacher said, we decided to put off entering Nirvana so that we could return to earth to help the masses. We promised to come back at this time to help raise the consciousness of the planet, to help in this birthing of the New Earth. My teacher said at that time, we put on masks so we could play the game, pretending we don't recognize each other. Pretending we are all alone here.
Once we've accomplised the mission of raising the vibratory rate of this planet, we can all go home again.
In the meantime...
Hello, my sistah, my kindred spirit!! So nice to meet you...Again.
Oceans of Peace, Waves of Bliss,
Ajuwah
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