The Sword of Love and Truth

Marius Michael George

When the hour nears
and you slip away
into the whispers
of the long and lonely night
the angels are guarding
and hear your silent prayer
for there are not many
who can stand with you this hour
but one appears
for she too can not sleep
for the time is at hand for the two
to be as one
united in their prayers
united in their past
like a river overflowing
with ancient stories to tell
slowly and thoughtfully
uncovering and remembering
comforting and understanding
as only they must do
for the secret that they share
is like a precious jewel
made of sacrifice and glory
and the sword of love and truth

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Spiritual Loneliness

photo by Gail Swanson

Some of us feel a deep and intense loneliness that is always present. Nothing eases it. It comes from a longing, a yearning from something you can barely remember and yet we know it absolutely and completely. In some ways the loneliness comforts me as it is a constant reminder that something far greater and far more precious and wonderful exists somewhere beyond all this. And of course we are blessed beyond measure to have beautiful divine experiences to remind us we are not alone. Still the feeling remains for we are here on earth in human form. We are multidimensional beings, with our feet in many worlds, navigating the heartaches of the world and the glory of the divine. When the loneliness is too much look up and remember the reason for our loneliness is the extraordinary divine love we remember deep in our hearts and our souls and find comfort in the knowing that it is ever there shining down upon us.

The Veil is Thinning

 

The veil is thinning. Time to get your shit together.

Feel your way home. The loneliness you have carried

may be coming to an end. The great battle between good

and evil may one day evaporate like the morning dew and

all the struggle and all the preparation and all the yearning

may explode into a magnificent Eden where love is remembered

and lived.

And we shall weep with joy in place of sorrow.

I weep now at the mere thought of it.

I align my soul with the beauty of it.

Just imagine.