I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I want to free what waits within me
so that what no one has dared to wish for
may for once spring clear
without my contriving.
If this is arrogant, God, forgive me,
but this is what I need to say.
May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.
Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.
When God finished reading, It allowed Itself to ripple with delight.
and listened as though hearing John Coltrane’s “A Love Supreme” for the very first time.
In short, God had a religious experience.
In the interest of spiritual awakening for all beings, we present God’s spontaneous outpouring here:
My child, whether you know it or not, you’ve put your finger on The Way It Works.
While you would appear to fear my reaction to your supposed “arrogance,” I am ecstatic to find that the genius of discovery has expressed through you.
I could not be happier that, like a child, you are not forcing or holding back, but rather, you are allowing the flow of Creation to pass through you unhindered.
We need more of your kind of “arrogance,” Rainer!
When will everyone else pick up on this?
I’ve Spoken through many messengers – Gotama Buddha, Jesus the Christ, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Phineas Quimby, Emma Curtis Hopkins, Thomas Troward, the Fillmores… and my personal favorite, Ernest Holmes – and these have drawn on voices such as yours, pure expressions of Me, filtered through Divine Images that only a poet, artist or musician could reveal.
I could bask in your Creative Power (which is My Power), every day of every Kalpa – and yet, most of My children live their entire lives without the knowledge of their Infinite Perfection. My Laws of Existence roll through them from every direction, battering them with unexamined beliefs, propelling them down one vortex of suffering after another.
If it wasn’t for children like you, Rainer – poets, musicians, artists of every flavor – I’d probably just fold up the universe and start another one… oh, wait….
…haven’t we been here before?
That’s what I meant to say: You, Rainer, along with an embarrassingly small percentage of humanity down through the ages, have sustained the world through your intuitive eloquence. For this, I pour My Love through you, knowing that it will bathe all creatures one way or another.
And now, with this poem, I know that you will always allow My expression free reign, so that It may touch everyone where it counts: in their Infinity.
One last thing, My child.
If you live your poetry as well as you write it, the world will truly be My Kingdom in short order, no matter what it may look like at the moment.
Onward, My Child!
And with that, God nestled Its head on the snowcapped peak of Mt. Kailas, entered Dreamtime, and squeezed Eternity into One Moment for the good of us all.