and I am pouring out My fountain of light
into open mouths and bowls.
There is always enough My children,
Drink deeply to shine with My countenance,
Let the rising glow enfold the darkness.
My grace flows endlessly,
awakening my sons and daughters to
My gaze, it is fixed on you.
You little ones changing out of
your rags and afflictions
to stand naked before me.
I will dress you in garments of gold
and blush velvet, draping My banner of love
over you soaked in the precious blood.
You will sing over one another
with playful joy, cleansing the burdens
you have carried from hands other than My own.
I will show you how the planters
of generations blossom in you,
shaking the ground with cries for your freedom.
You who know the name I call you by,
who know the sound of My
voice through the veil of many sounds.
You who look upon my face,
I am yours my beloved,
You are known.
