"O, people, O blessed ones, who still have yet to know who you really are, 'Lift Up Your Hearts. Lift up your eyes, your ears, your voice and all of heaven will hear the song of your hearts.' "
Softly, in a muffled whimper, the people who heard, sang back, "We lift them up to the Lord."
Joyously, energized with an abounding new hope for his creation, the great One chimed in now with all the angelic realm,
"I am with you now and always, even as I have always been with you, since the beginning."
A stillness .... then, in a long, great exhale, they responded in the wake of the great One's song, merging heaven and earth in a great cosmic dance of reunion, so long awaited, so long sought after, so long prayed for.
The weary ones, the hungry, the outcast, the old, the young, the sick, all those who have suffered for their unguarded, open-hearted natures which too often left them vulnerable to the spiritual buzzards who soared the skies searching the earth to feed their voracious appetites on human souls, all those huddled and poor, tossed across the ocean to an unknown, English-speaking land with the faint hope life could be better than the constant fear of terrorism - the terrorism of their own religion, of their own governments, of their own family - they all heard the great One in their hearts.
In every language and through - even despite - every religious lens or the loud sirens and screams from another car bombing - through all the noise around them and the groaning masses among which they too found themselves, they heard. The great One, along with the great masses of angels gathered together, sang softly into each heart, "I am with you .... now and always.....lift up your hearts."
These precious dear ones, among whom you too are counted, could hear the great One's voice because all else in this dying world had been silenced or taken away from them. There were no more ambitions, no more vain dreams for power, greed, conquest - not anything. All that was stripped away until all they had was each other and they stood together, empty of anything but the single thing that held them together - their common humanity and shared hope. In their hunger and their poverty, they came to this moment with only their complete surrender to the great creator of life itself.
Like a dying starfish on the ocean shore, they waiting for the great One's help. Even in their waiting, they held a faint whisper of hope that somehow they could and would survive. They all knew on an even deeper level that each had prayed, even despite a blind and weak faith, they had prayed to the great One to save the world, to end the wars, remove the lies that penetrated the hearts and minds of even the best among them. They thought the great One might not have heard their prayers, but they waited anyway.
The great One was always there, always listening, always loving and longing for their voices, gathered together as one, to ascend, and on this beautiful, perfect morning, they heard the angels finally. They heard the cosmic invitation to lift up their hearts, and they tried and they lifted. In their last reach in hope, they sang back, together, in each own's language and culture and religion .... "We lift them up to the Lord, the ever living God."
For millenia, upon millenia, the great One had waited for this moment when they would give up the lies of the buzzard king. When they finally fully realized they had been deceived, in that most sacred, eternal moment of awareness, they all awakened and heard the great One's eternal call.
First, faintly, then growing stronger and stronger in their reply, they sang back, crescendoing throughout the cosmos, "We lift them up to you, holy, ever living God." In each wave of song, their hearts rose, uplifting and dancing among the stars with the angels and the great One, until they were fully restored, with new flesh and bone, new hearts of power and greatness.
Then, together with the angels and archangels and all the company of heaven, they praised the great One, singing,
"Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of hosts, Heaven and Earth are full of your glory. Glory be to you, O Lord Most High."
After a time in heaven, where they were fully renewed and restored, they returned to the barren planet, mere rubble now from the wars between the buzzards and men. They returned, now powerful, loving creators, living in the dignity of grace given to them by grace from the great One, the land, misted with a light healing greening balm, grew a beautiful, florid cover, and deer and rabbits emerged from the new bushes..... and then they saw the new Earth... and they felt all around them the presence of the great One. They, now conscious and aware of the presence in and around them, returned to start again, to live again in this mortal dimension within the great heart beat of the immortal One.
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