Feeling very sad, I went to the park to sit on my favorite bench. I was thinking about the present state of our world, someone said war and I was carrying fear like a backpack weighted with heavy stones.
My Spirit was groaning, so I prayed, silently, like from within.
Then I spoke saying,
Where is love?”
To my surprise an Angel came,
she tucked in her wings and sat beside me.
“Beloved Child,” she said,
“Every cell in your body is born in love. Love is infused in every breath of the air you breath. Go to the depths of the ocean, there she is. To the furthest star in the furthest Galaxy, love is shining, singing, dancing!
Love is a seed, planted within your heart, sometimes hibernating in cold dark stillness.Then awakened by your brokenness, watered by your tears. Growing stronger by the sunlight of the spirit of patience compassion and kindness.
Hope comes in her radiance and kisses her cheek. She, Love…so moved, rooted in the soul, takes form as the sprout, the leaf, the stem, the bud. Then, the glorious flower.
Love is an Angel, one of the really big ones. She is the warrior~ess from the heavenlies, defender of truth, Liason of Peace,
defeater of Fear.
“Love is the perfect song, the single note, the 100 piece symphony. Singing out from every atom in your body. Heard so beautifully in the children’s laughter and the bird song. Even felt in the flight of the butterfly the bee. Throughout all the universe Love is heard playing through the music of the Spheres all in perfect harmony,
intuned with the
One Divine heart.
Then we sat for awhile together. She put her wing around me, her hand on my chest and leans in tickling my ear whispering….”Oh my precious wounded warrior…
I…I….just Love you so much!”
Then I heard a deep rumbling,
a stirring, and felt a surge of electricity course through my body. It surfaced and brushed up against my lips and I heard, myself, say…
“Why…It’s me! It’s me!!!
I AM…Love!”
Just then all fear ran away in confusion, blinded by the radiance of those three powerful, precious words.
Then I knew without a shadow of a doubt that war may appear to be winning but Love will always, always shine brighter, and triumph in the end.
Lighting the path for spring,
a glorious new beginning.
Scott Lindberg ❤️
