Are you ready?

There is an open line straight to me from God,
Who sends His swift-winged messenger, His angel thought,
Spirit-filled and free—and here it comes, direct to me. 

Alas, an earth-cluttered reception, tuning in weakly to spiritual perception, 
Misses the meaning, prefers to plod, rather than communicate with God.
But all is not lost, His message portends; ideas will come again and again. 

Then, finally ready to stop turning the clod,
My thought, uplifted, welcomes in God. 

The picture now clear, the sound ever near,
Why did it take me so long just to hear? 

Earth clouds seem comfy, familiar old friends,
While God’s angels lead us to new heights and new ends.
And when we are ready to give up the sod,
We also are ready to listen to God.  

Patricia Hulber

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