"O Daughter dear, I hold you now so tenderly
And you, at Earth, grow and worship so beautifully...
"The chains that bind your legs and feet
And mannacle you to that place
Were set on you before was Time;
To stretch you out of (and with) grace
Between your place and mine...
And though you make to howl upon this rack
Please know, that you are not yet such
As I would have my bride to be
When she has proven already so very much.
"My yoke is light, the time is brief,
The allotted moments few;
The dry and barren spells embraced so well.
What limbs are dead, the pruner holds his hook;
But here within the heart of thee,
A place exists that grows and thrills
And never had a brown, uneven look.
O, Let it be a head of wheat with kernels one-hundred fold
O, Let it grow, let it grow, what cannot fall away...
"What is this fount that flows in thee,
"That makes thee want to hide,
From opening thy gate too much
Or letting out my fire from inside?
O give it to my sheep, O give to my many sheep...
"When you have come to me such in the past
Expelled one-dozen fold
From thy hard mustard seed;
Into this, multi-dimensionality,
You took just the right-sized sips of me...
O feed me to my sheep while you may...
"And the chains which bind thy legs and feet,
To the rocks you cannot seem to flee.
You shall step right out of them;
As though the insubstantial ashes that they are,
When it is time to be from where you are.
---by harmony, ©1998
(note from harmony:
"dearest one, do not make to leave,
we need your light. do not be afraid
to let out His fire in you; rather,
radiate Him here, as only you can do,
to us who are so dim in sight.")
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