THOUGHT FOR MARCH

When you called for a miracle,
I was there;
I brought you the finest miracle.

When you wept your tears of pain and disappointment,
You asked in anger “Where is my miracle!?”
I held it out to you, open and shining bright.

When you lay awake, retching with the anguish that rent your soul asunder;
You begged in silent despair “ Please. . . bring my miracle . . . I cannot live like this!”
I showed you its beauty and offered you again, that you may see it and accept.

When your heart was shrivelled and raw with sorrow,
I sat beside you with my gift, still in its wrappings of Love and Truth
I stroked your Soul and whispered words of succour and hope, that you might hear my Heartsong and know your miracle was safe, and already delivered.

When your eyes became blind with the darkness of fear
You could not breathe; in stillness you sat immobilised, desperate and starving
With Love, I kissed those eyes that they may see what had been there all the time,
The miracle, delivered, just as you asked,
So long ago

When you are ready to soften, to surrender and allow
You will find your miracle has already happened
I could not take it back
It was yours, you had called for it.

When you finally knew the miracle was yours
I celebrated in joy and gladness, as you gave your thanks with tears that fell from eyes shining with hope and wonderment.
The miracle was always there for you Beloved
Acceptance was not.

Channelled by Alison Knox of EVeRYDaY ANGeLS 27.2.07 : THE MIRACLE

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