The Forgotten Gift by Elizabeth S.

Elizabeth offered her poetic meditation that came to her, and written down by her, years ago. It's relevance is evident, and its message luminates. 

 

The cost is breaking my heart. The place of peace is waiting for hearts to find rest. Following the way of war is to forget the love pouring out with my cost. To free the heart, to love is to ride, ride the wave of love back to my heart. I'm weary. I'm sad. My heart is breaking. I wonder. I wonder when, if the gift I offer will remain forgotten. This is not life as it was meant to be lived. My sadness is longing for a new start, this start that will lead to wholeness.

I look and listen, and my heart cries out, hear me stop this madness, this horror, this abomination, this cruelty. I long for sunshine to fill the dark places of the wounded hearts you play, you pretend it love, but it is not real love. Real love longs for the wholeness of all people. You create madness and terror, and for what? For some fleeting moment of power.

It is not power, it is revenge, it is revenge for all the wounds that you have received and are hidden in your hearts. It will never give you lasting peace. The world suffers, I suffer, you suffer. I am building a new way, a path directed toward love.

Take the time to let me show you my pathway, constructed for your sake and for the sake of my people. Water your soul, it is dry and wasted. Come to the spring to be refreshed by my love. The burden is too heavy to carry without me."