I’ll never understand how you stopped believing.

The sun is shining, and your shades are drawn tight.

Why are you curled up in a ball on the couch,

when lavender breezes are right outside,

waiting to gently tickle you back into the flow of Life?

The full moon illuminates even the night,

but you hide in the shadows  –

bogged down in the mist,

I can’t imagine why.

There is a glistening ethereal reality singing your name.

It’s calling you right now …

Can you hear it in your children’s playful voices?

What about your bounding, smiling dog?

It’s like a radio with heavenly stations at your fingertips;

and you’re tuned into static instead of Love.

Can you at least try twisting to hope for a little while?

I want you to hear the melody of God.

I want you to dance to the tune of His miraculous healing power.

I’m telling you, it’s been there all along …

calling you out of darkness…

You were never really alone.

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been blind –

The Sun will rise again,

And you can be there to see it this time.

Even you can come back to life.

What’s stopping you?