Please see that I have not a morsel of condemnation in these words, for they derive from the pit of a bleeding heart, sincerely slain, that would most certainly be shackled to the halls hell if not for the unwavering grace of the One living within it.
Once again, I call you fellow human beings to assure you that my heart is yours, and never has there been, nor is there currently, any natural segregation between us. Let us then come to an understand the exact human counterpart for what it currently is and has always been; a single unit of evolving existence. In such, see me as yourself, and my words as those rolling off your own soon fanatic tongue. Now that we are in like mind and understand the vitality within our equilibrium of though, allow me to address the conquest to which I have been called; the same that you are now, most certainly, called to.
The human spirit was intricately crafted to worship regardless of all condition or contemptment. As such, it must worship. Thus, hear me now, it will worship!
Command the dog to leave his bone,
or the humble bumble bee to neglect his queen.
Inform the eagle that you wish to clip his wings,
or make request of the vibrant sunflower to turn her flower head from the skies and make study of the ground for which she is planted.
You will undoubtedly begin a war in which one party will remain breathless on the battlefield to be loved solely by the earth and soon devoured by it.
It is in this that we see worship is directly correlated with purpose, and purpose is the very essence of one’s will to live a productive and joyous life.
My dear human beings, I have said this to call a consciousness to your worship, and whom the investment of such an act is placed within.
Who would say to the sunflower, “Why do you worship the skies when it is the earth who feeds, roots, and sustains your being?” She would undoubtedly acknowledge that the earth is where she lives, but it is not of whom her life is given. Her longevity, lineage, and hope for a brighter tomorrow rests in the radiant grace of the sun. In reception to her covenant, the sun kisses each delicate petal yellow with outstretched rays; his willing love bestowed upon a wanting heart, and a blessing on her life with a confident testimony for every eye laid upon her.Therefore, let us then know that though our roots may be deep in the earth’s soil, and our food may break from between its ground, this world is not our God, nor is anything produced on or of it.
I call you now to stop these ancient cries and see for yourself. See our sunflower bodies, our roots, our jaded petals, and recognize the one we turn our flower heads to in act of worship; be it of dirt or divine! Be it of of dirt or divine?
My dear human beings, the time is now. Lay your idols before your feet and challenge them to war, for one party will remain on the battlefield breathless to be loved solely by the earth and soon devoured by it...
I pray it will not be you.
