There may be the perception of danger.
That danger may in truth be real. And there is yet
opportunity when you lay down the worry of the burden
and trust in love more than fear of what could happen
or the ultimatum you would throw down as a gauntlet.

You must believe in the power of this love
and how it may rise above on wings we forget we have.
I do not need an apology nor do I require some guarantee
of safety or security, for my life is protected for as long
as it is meant to flower in this place and time.

The work we have to do may now commence 
regardless of any who may try to thwart its birth.
I have endured contempt inexplicable to me and know
the fury of its falsehood, and I know too there is no virtue
in delaying the higher work to use our powers of persuasion.

Turn your eyes away from jealousy, gossip, reckless lies,
and stand with me, stong, whether in body or simply
soul to soul, complete and whole. All else is mere distraction.
Feel your sadness at all the manipulation, how it robs you
of your heart, your child, the truth of your generosity and goodness.

Breathe in now the knowing of that pure heart. Breathe in 
and breathe out all that is not ordained by Spirit. Yes...
there are decisions, difficult, to be made, and you can trust
in the assurance that I will be here no matter which road
you choose to walk upon. I will walk alongside. 

There is a harvest to be reaped, a home to which
we will return, in one way or another, and there is no hurry.
I am sure of almost nothing but the one thing that flowers within.
That is enough, though I am just as uncertain of all else,
and open to the unwinding path ahead.

My soul desire is that you see at last what I can see --
that life will cradle us and grant you all the rest you seek
and space to simply be one with your heart. It matters not
what you choose -- only that you love with abandon the you
that you do not yet see who is coming to you now.