He spoke to Moses from the burning bush. I AM--God is--one in the same. Just who do you worship when you say I AM, his name? Is it I AM sick, or I AM healthy? I AM poor, or I AM wealthy? It matters, you know, what words flow from our lips into the ethers. The same are our keepers as we stumble, fall, and rise on the trip through life. Strife need not forever be our God. Nor should we kneel before the altar of Disease. But we must cease to give Hatred the nod to lead us on the path of Grief. Tiny leaves are we in the tree of forever. And we must never again claim negativity. To Creativity bend the knee, to the God you are, I AM, if you will. And the taunting demons, no power have they, as we say as one, I AM Peace! Be still.
Reason for writing:
Words can harm or uplift. The words we think and
speak determine the course of our lives. They are
also like a boomerang and will return to us increased
and multiplied. Using our words to create good is
just enlightened self-interest.
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