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Father's Words

Unoccupying the Couch of Apathy

written when Magenta was a 17-year-old student at
Global Schools for Starseed and Urantian Children and Teens


The actions, not the words
They build the hills
The edifice of the sky
The starry torrents in your eyes
The loyalty in each stride forward

In your subterranean heart, you know
From this emerges the silent song
The grand symphony
Allegiance the conductor
Instruments –
You struggle to tune
An eternal wrestling with
Creaking strings and twisted chords
You are evolving, growing
Becoming whole

The first step forward
And the 100,000 after it
The infinite
We are not broken art
We are hidden within our marble prisons
The First Sculptor
Is chipping away
I AM telling you
I AM still here
You must chose to be here
Your muffled voices cannot be heard by the rioting crowds
Only your actions speak
Your changing within
Your choosing
Constancy of loyalty to the Father freeing His child
With this
You emerge unfettered from your dark chains
From the harbor of what you thought to be true

Into what is

In light or in darkness
When the first falls
Will the retinue rise
Will they climb through
Frozen fingers and pounding hearts
To follow as holy hunters
Something they cannot see
Yet feel deep enough –
My ground water
Has engulfed them in my eternal constancy

Loyalty the torch with which to traverse the black passage
Loyalty the eyes seeing sonlight at midnight
Loyalty the hand outstretched everlasting
Loyalty the soul who stands unmoved, unwavering
In loyal faith to all that it has never seen but forever knows
Entrenched within
Outstretched throughout all space
Known in all