Heavenletters

Isn't it odd that love can take so many forms in the shadowy images of imagined sorrow.

Some times it brushes against my consciousness like a half remembered child dream,
And then at other times it creeps unnoticed until, like a sunburst, my waking heart surrenders
to the lovely newness that hides in the forever just waiting to say: "You are loved, sweet one,
You are loved."

I saw it flutter, unfiltered by stress, as I watched a youtube showing the song of Dancing With God,
I whispered softly to God:

"You're stepping on my toes, You Big Oaf, Watch the way You move!"

HIS smile melted my stubborn heart and with weeping I jumped on HIS FOOT with a love
filled shout: "GOTCHA!" It echoed off the wall of eternity's mysteries.

HIS soft reply was: "Ok, you can Lead for a while."

What HE meant was that during my earth residency I could lead.

That's what got me here, walking among the living flowers while seeing the dark clouds
birthing rainbows of promises and hopes and bursting laughs from a baby as
a FATHER plants a brrrrr on a fat round tummy of his child of love.

Sleeping is such a wondrous invention. It hides those magic doorways to HIS many HEARTS.

His doorway with all the flowers has a pretty sign: "HEAVEN LETTERS" Gloria lives here.

"Drop in and rest a while, thousands answer the call of her love song."

George