Fowing tears yellow face

Father weeps…

Our Father’s heart is in ‘love’ with us and from the beginning He has proposed marriage to His people. We are His people. Sadly, our Father’s people have totally missed His heart of love and to the moment of time His people, US, continue to reject His proposal! What am I talking about?

I am talking about the core issue of the humongous conflict in the existence of all human beings because we have rejected our Creator’s proposal and instead we have adopted the Religion proposal that seem so good in the eyes of mankind!

And our Father Creator weeps…

While His children leap & turn & dance …

While His children pray & pray for a happy chance…

The blessings to receive in much advance…

Not once per chance sense those tears…

Those copious tears…

Flowing without ceasing…

For the prayers are not pleasing!

O man! My friend!…

Our prayers are not pleasing…

Even when we are praying without ceasing?

My friend, the truth shall set us free…

The truth shall break the shackles of religion…

And set us free from our derision!

What is the truth?…

Get the truth in this comparison…

Suppose one had the most romantic encounter…

On a night of glee as the sound of the voice…

from the lover of one’s choice…

poured in one’s heart to fill it to the brim…

Suppose the night pass in a whim…

The cares of the day light turned the night…

Away from one’s remembrance of the sound

Of the voice of the one to one bound…

And on that one goes…

Not a trace of remembrance …

Not a trace of that sound…

From the voice to one bound!

My friend, turn your eyes now…

To the church service in tow…

Watch the glee on those faces…

Watch the reverence of the praying hands…

Hear the clamor of voices from all the lands…

For how long?…

One hour?

One day?

Or without ceasing the clamor goes on & on?

And the Almighty weeps…

Weep? Why?

My friend watch what happens…

After that hour or day or turn in the prayer chain…

Watch without bias or disdain…

Watch…

For no sooner the time of prayer passes by…

The Creator is forgotten…

There is much to be gotten…

For the survival of the fittest…

For the survival of the weakest…

Work, work, work!…

No time for romance…

For one’s lover there is no chance!

Crazy thinking in this mind confine?

Not a chance…

Not this writer’s thinking…

Read it all in the love letter…

Our Father Creator & Lover…

Has left to us for our better…

Read it with the eyes of your spirit…

Subjected to the Set Apart Spirit…

Still wooing us from the depth of our beings!

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