Mending with Profound Love
In the genesis, there exists this canvas, you see? Not woven from threads, but born of hope. Hope that stretches, unfurls itself to enfold the world. And within this grand portrait of existence, there's the Creator—present not as a distant figure, but intertwined within, God is the fountain fullness of outflowing love. Love that's expansive, infinite, leaving no space for the shadows of vengeance or malice to even linger. That, that's the heart of it all.
And where do we find this truth? This truth that courageously stands tall against the whispers of fear? It's found in the embrace, the deep embrace of contemplation. Contemplation that's not mere idle thought, but a journey—a journey where fear's shadows fade in the eternal glow of love.
Prophecy, you know, it's not just about crystal balls and predictions. It's about heralding truths that bind us, that weave us together in unity. A divine vision, it's like threads weaving through this grand tapestry, stitching wholeness as one.
Tikkun olam—a term that resonates, echoes through the chambers of our hearts. It's the call, the call to fix this world, to mend it in the embrace of our shared kinship. And the early church, they spoke of it too, in their own way. Apokatastasis—the creed that echoes in the corridors of time, the creed of restoring all within the cradle of love's creed.
Contemplation beckons, calls out to us—calls out to love actively, to heal as healers of souls. Our wounds, they become fonts, fonts brimming with spiritual grace, guiding each of us to our unique, individual charges in this world.
Kintsugi, it's an art, an art mirroring the repairs of life. Life's brokenness, it's not hidden away. No, it’s laid bare, its beauty shining through the cracks, reminding us that brokenness isn't the end. It’s the beginning of a profound journey, a journey where we, together, toil and mend the world. Mend it with love, profound and aligned.
And in this grand symphony, this perpetual dance of existence, there's growth, change, and opportunity. They're not mere fleeting moments. No, they're the very rhythms that orchestrate this beautiful, endless song of life.
May hope's genesis unfurl within,
a canvas painted not with threads but with boundless love,
the Creator intertwined within the very fabric of existence,
dispelling shadows of malice.
Find courage in contemplation's embrace,
where fear yields to the eternal glow of love,
guiding your journey through truth and unity.
Embrace the call to mend the world,
shaping individual paths with grace,
and may life's repairs reveal beauty within brokenness,
inspiring profound love and endless growth.