A Special Day
My Son, brave a breath.
Awake to an ascension.
Trust in a turning of a time.
Let us in our image now make one called ‘human,’
Following beyond the plants and animals a uniqueness
In a special similarity not equal, as in regard to yourself
You have learned. Harken to the glory of this work.
The one I shall call “human” shall choose
According to capacity, and shall choose love,
And shall choose to question according to capacity.
And yes, My Son. the gift of choosing has peril in its prospect.
As in the realm of heaven, potential will persist as love contends
Out of liberty with the kaleidoscopic deep-set pegging
In the choosing of obedience above doom, yet all the richer
Will comport the realm below with the realm above.
As flows your life force from a hidden spring
Within yourself, unparalleled joy creating
In the choosing of the good, so flows
A force we will call ‘spirit’ through the Earth.
Excellent help, My Son. Day Six call I complete
As the Human and his Woman now walk the Earth to our joy,
Sharing in our love.
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