Fallibility and Grace

From Revelation

The way of love is not a subtle argument.

The door there is devastation.

Birds make great sky-circles

Of their freedom.

How do they learn it?

 

They Fall, and Falling

They’re Given Wings

Rumí

Fallibility, the ability to fall,

To trust in creation, to heed The Lord’s call Human fallibility, our gift to embrace,

The grace of redemption for the human race…

You claim you want Me but will you pay the price,

Of pretentious posturing and everything nice.

Purge not shadow it cannot be disposed,

But the urge to conceal, to not be disclosed.

For My son you are looking in the wrong direction,

You will never reach Me in your quest for perfection.

Too top bound to see you just need to fall,

You must drop down to Me you must heed My call!

For here you now stand at your soul’s intersection,

Beware THE WILL’S hand for His role is deception.

He was once a fine tool for the realm of navigation,

But He’s a drunken blind fool at the helm of creation!

It’s True Will He tore asunder in this monstrous mutiny,

The Heavens’ war & plunder casting Creation to disunity.

In Disowned Shadow’s cesspool how He lurks free of scrutiny,

Where so callous & cruel now He works with impunity.

You must turn to Me now and face this reflection,

Of Lost Will and Grace in your psyche’s inception.

You must relinquish all rights to Persona’s protection,

You must extinguish these blights to Soul’s redemption.

Forego the pretension to seek and acquire,

your foe the ascension to which you aspire.

Tis The Will’s dimension The Lair of The Liar,

The Ego’s extension to rise up yet higher!

They stoke His lies to instill your fear of this fall,

To cloak the rise of THE WILL and the lure of His call.

False Will is the liar that contrives this confusion,

To deny you the fire of My loving infusion.

So as you come to Me now at Futility Junction,

You must purge your false gods of Utility and Function.

Fall to Heart’s splendor for things noble & fine,

Free falling surrender to all that’s divine.

For Falling in Love, t’was born not of romance,

Its origins are ancient and gave rise to this dance!

Love reveals through all and strips to the core,

As it renders you raw and rips you some more!

But In Love the heart sings, so sweet and so pure,

Falling gives you wings, to fly to My door.

Fall to your Grace, with wings set to soar,

To Heaven’s own face, and everything more…

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