Love Letters to God

the Gift of God's memory

Where once we were given the gift of Creation

With the Light of the stars to guide our way home

And yet with all of our time here

the layers of illusions just block memory of that which was

of the seed of truth that was planted so very  deep in our souls

waiting for a prayer, or a wake up call from God

And we glimpse of some truth that reminds us

what we are really made of

and maybe it is the singing

of that strange star catchers song

or the net of creation thrown cross the skies

that can retrieve us and bring us home.

Did it come from some strange vision

Some dream sent as a reminder so we can see.

What it was that called to us so long ago

And really made us believe.

The golden chisel of earth’s temples

a reflection that is seen in our souls

a chance to dress as God in form

and a key hidden that we all know.

and somewhere the door to Paradise

was left open and so we can be free

to dwell in the houses of the Holy

or stay in the world where we dream

and call for the promise given

The hark the herald angels bring

That is the breath of creation

so close to the forbidden fruit of this dream

and perhaps some part of us still remembers

what we really  came here for

and we see past the illusions and find the power

to cross to  heavens shores

and we reach beyond the lifetimes it takes

to finally be set free

and we wake up to the call of God

and find what was meant to be,

to leave this all behind with a trail of secrets and hidden clues

and find our truth in being,

what God gave us as our destiny