Field Of Lilies - Poem by Wesley Scott
The drama of the spirit
sends my soul soaring to a realm of eternal bliss.
Oh, how the wonder and magnificence of it
all overwhelms my being.
Let me stay:
I want to witness the glory;
I want to shower gifts of joy;
I want to release the gates of Heaven.
Let me magnify light from light.
Bless me, forgive me, anoint me.
Let me sleep in gentle pastures
comforted by your warming breeze;
let me swim in your air.
Gather my resistant feelings and heal my darkness.
Guide me to paths of loving joy;
to calm waters, to laughing rains, bliss upon bliss.
An open field is where I see thee, nothing needs to be said.
I am just as you are, all is understood,
yet no words are spoken.
I am transparent unto you.
It is me but not me.
The ego resists and fights its last battle.
You have won, I am one.
Free in truth, holy in spirt.
My arms become wings,
my heart opens its gate,
my feet serve no more use.
Doors open and disappear
as violins sing sounds of heavenly lullabies.
I am a child in God's wings, everything will be everything.
God's will is for all of his children to come home,
to return to love.
A bountiful feast has been prepared for the hungry.
God loves us so very much.
Our creator blessed us with free will
so that when we return we return only to our maker.
It is true.
I stand in silence in the fields of lilies
those who have helped me are with me.
The angels, the warriors, the Christ, they are with me.
The Kingdom is filled with peaceful animals
of the land, of water, and of the air.
The air is a breath of healing light.
I was once lost, now found.
Blind, but now see.
By forgiveness the gates have opened.
The truth is found and love returns,
once lost in separation, now delivered to oneness.
The kingdom has come.
God's will is done
forever and ever.
Peace, peace, peace.
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