Voice of the Angels by Dyan Garris
Voice of the Angels
We come in here as love. Do we go out as love? What in the world happens in between these two spaces to make someone not love? In the course of this lifetime, even on a daily basis, we all have multiple opportunities to not be love. And then after we become “not the love,” we spend entire lifetimes wondering where love has gone and trying to get it to return and fill up our empty soul. People hurt us, people do crazy things, say crazy things to one another…people these days, even those that masquerade as family, seem to be unfathomably vicious in their need and apparent entitlement to be acknowledged, to be right or justified, to extract some type of revenge for imagined wrongs, to knock down anything that was born or fashioned of love, to try to raise themselves up by ripping someone else to shreds for no apparent reason other than the need to try to assuage their own deep pain or gather their concept of power, however misguided and skewed. You can’t fix your wounds by attempting to kill the physician. We are each ultimately responsible to heal our own.
You can stalk love, you can blame it, you can hate it, you can say untrue things about it. You can scream obscenities at it, you can try to sue it, slander it, jail it, stab it, rape it, spit on it, dishonor it, ignore it, throw it out the door and on the side of the road if you want. Hatred and jealousy multiply like cancer and affect not just the host, but spill their distortions onto all, like acid that eats away at silk.
Love is going to remain the undivided, undiluted love no matter what happens here. The warm flame of love dispels the darkness and every evening invites the inky night to transform itself into light. Love will always go out of here as the love it came in as, no matter what transpires in the space of apparent beginning and end. And night, regardless of its darkness, will always turn into day.
With LOVE,
Dyan Garris
www.voiceoftheangels.com
