Midnight hours, daylight showers, how are we to sort through this rummage strewn about our house in great disarray? A piece of carpet here, a pedestal table over there and books strewn about, this is our debacle to remedy.
Remember, we set out on this journey to find our way back to Him. He’s here, we were told, right where our secrets lay. He’s here in lover’s arms to behold. A guest, a tenant, a roommate in this ramshackle tenement we call our body home. Soon to be forgotten, laid to rest as it were, as is the fate for all mortal vehicles.
But this time we know better than to wait until the last minute for our plea of mercy. Let us strike out now! Say it! Say it loud! He’s here and you know it. Smell the coffee. Yes, of course, He’s here!
Why have you come to the table the, if only to be greeted and not nourished? He is interested in nourishment. What are you longing for? Let it be for Him, to help clean up your room. Order please! Order in the house!
He is here. Let Him speak to you now, or forever hold your piece. I know, you thought it was magic, but His Voice does speak, just as does your own. Don’t you listen to your Self either?