It seems the angels, ancestors,
and all the acrimonious ones—

Turned inside out and shaken but
choosing now to choose again in the shock
of the Downside Up up there where
pretense is banished post haste and truth reigns—

have further note of instruction.
Allowing my mix of grace and gumption,
They insist I may not, must not
fail to receive, in equal measure too,

Love that shall be restored, returned,
arriving on the wave of some spring wind.
Touche I say, and they respond
with a preview asking that I further

Review their further note of love,
postscript with a flourish, be nourished. 
In essence, quintessentially,
the key of receptivity is key

And decision of how is now
all up to them and then all up to me.