Sometimes I sit and wonder, as I feel the earth’s pain if ever there may be that day of healing. Gunshots ring out around the earth, scaring creation, breaking it beyond understanding. Children go without food and water, yet others play and waste in it, leaving none for those in need. Illness ravages the world, touching the lives of many. Wonderful people in the prime of life, caring loving amazing people, struck by illness with no known cure. So much they have to give, so great their love, and yet so difficult their lives. While others with health so fine, choose not to use that health for other.
As I feel the bomb blasts, the gunshots, the illness, the cyclone wind and rain upon the intermostness of myself I wonder if that day may come. that day of healing and restoring. I wonder and I struggle, tears falling from my eye, both physical and spiritual. My soul in solemn prayer, sometimes quietly other times screaming. I sit and I wonder, will that day come.
Then I feel within it all, the joy of new birth. I listen to the birds sing their songs, the smile and the glow upon the face of a friend in the midst of such struggle, feel their loving hug embrace. I know then and there we are part of a family so wonderful, amazing and loving, caring and peaceful. Seeking yearning, stumbling often, on the way to that day. So while I wonder, I dream also, of that day of healing. A day that is now, past, and future. A day not limited to human understanding. Seeking wondering how it is that I am to respond for that healing day to be so that I and other, all of us that are creation can be healed and whole once more.
Peace be with you, one and all.
— Lyle II