Changes

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These many changes, O my Lord,

that leave me wandering within my self,

have keenly drawn me into the mighty flames,

of Your Powerful and Perfect Self.

All my preconceived ideas and faulty notions,

of what is right and what is wrong,

have burnt to ashes all the things of the past

in the Bonfire of Your Blazing, Piercing Eyes.

You have broken every pot of clay, and every reed,

that held each insubstantial dream, and all the songs I sang.

Bended to my knees, stretched to every atom in this body-cup,

I have felt the Arrow from Your Quiver with all Its Mighty Pain.

Even in my slumber, there is no door to hide behind;

there is no window opened out for sweet escape from all this change.

The fires blazing up and taking everything that's dear to me,

I know within my heart's All-Knowing Ways and Plans,

are Sweetest Kisses from Your Tender Mouth to mine,

breathing life anew in bones and pyres that I have laid so well.

Surrender O my soul, to everything that's needed to rebuild

this shaky straw of who I was, to who You'll stand within the Garden.

 

My Dearest Friends,

 

I have been undergoing many changes, and much upheaval in struggling

to find my way in understanding. That He wants me to move in another

direction in my daily thoughts, daily actions, and my every breath is

clear, but the road appears so forked and winding. I must close my

eyes and use the sight of the blind to find my way. Blind to what I

think is right for me, blind to what I want to do, blind to

everything I thought I knew, and let His Eyes guide my way. Trusting

Him to lead me with His Tender, Gentle Hand holding mine, I will have

no fear, for I trust my Beloved with my life, which is His anyway and

always was. Being stripped of ourselves is often painful, but from

pain, new Joy springs, new Life, and a rebirth into a more Perfect

Understanding. I have not been able to write well lately, and my

intention was to write to you and describe this rough haul. When I

started, all of a sudden, the words started becoming a poem. Dreaming

last night of an enormous fire burning down my home and everything in

it, I know it is representing the burning of past karma, and the

letting go of the things that are no longer needed, regardless if I

think they are or not. The night before, I dreamt of being in an

automobile accident and it was totally crushed and destroyed. I

crawled out, and I thought I was dead, and even looked up to see my

father who passed on in 1985. How symbolic are these dreams to what I

am undergoing in my transformation in His Divine Furnace of Love!

 

Always Love, Always,

Mazie