Scratch the itch
cry the people to their 'leader'
Scratch the itch
cries the 'leader' to the people
Both use the other to serve their own ends
Covering their selfish, sinful ways with fine sounding reasoning...
excuses, excuses!
The itch is deceptive
the more it is scratched
the rawer it gets; burning, inflamed.
There is not healing by scratching
only aggravation.
Blame arises from the leader
against the people.
Blame arises from the people
against the leader.
Both cry innocence.
But both are GUILTY.
In the midst of the cries of blame,
at one another, now even blaming self,
comes another Voice,
strong and clear:
"I AM HEALING BALM"
Eyes turn to the source of the Voice;
it is hard to believe He is Healing Balm.
For His flesh is raw wound,
dripping blood.
Hands, Feet, Side, pierced through.
Yet He lives??
How can this be??
Why are His wound not healed if He is who He says?
The strong clear Voice calls out again,
gently:
"BY MY WOUNDS YOU ARE HEALED."
Some begin to move toward the Voice.
Others deride and mock...scratching away as they do.
But for those inching closer,
Beauty begins to form in the most unlikely place:
Their Wounds,
which have been scratched raw,
begin turning to beautiful displays,
No art can rival,
the beauty is raw
Bringing soothing and Life.
The closer they come to the Voice, the more beauty emerges.
Again the Voice speaks,
powerfully, with authority:
"YOU ARE NOW MINE; YOU NOW ARE FREE!"
As He speaks His words resonate deep within the hearers,
Stirring love long forgotten
In the eyes of the Voice who speaks,
each now sees Love so Pure it is unlike any they have seen
or ever imagined.
Now, as they look at each other they realize,
the same love beginning to emerge in them!
It is drawing them together as One;
They rest there in peace together,
in the Love that fills them.
But once more the Voice speaks,
calm yet urgent:
"GO, FOR I AM NOW WITH YOU ALWAYS.
LET MY LOVE TRANSFORM YOU
AND FLOW THROUGH YOU.
SHARE WHAT YOU HAVE RECEIVED,
FOR OF IT THERE IS NO END."
