Missing from My Garden (26.3.16)

“Missing from My garden is the linkage of the ages applicable to man.

Missing from My garden is the linkage inherent in the freewill of man,

                                                                inherent in the life of man,

                                                                inherent in the nature of man.

Missing from My garden is that which was removed from the character of man,

                                                                         from the soul of man,

                                                                         from the heart of man.

Missing from My garden are the reminders of the past,

                                               the invitations of the past,

                                               the welcomes of the past,

                                               the behaviour of the past,

                                               the collections of the past,

                                               the images of the past –

                                                                  all which restricted honour,

                                                                  all which expanded the scoping of respect.

Missing from My garden are the offerings of the night,

                                               the installations built on secrets,

                                               the confusion which abounded,

                                               the emphasis on wealth casually collected.

Missing from My garden are the archetypes of the weakness of the will,

                                         are the prototypes of experimentation,

                                         are the choices leading to the trials,

                                         are the funds found necessary to continue,

                                         are the words which strayed from the opened mouth,

                                         are the sequences of succumbing to the daze within the days.

Missing from My garden are the hesitations on decisions,

                                         are the hesitations built on lingering,

                                         are the hesitations surrounding access to a spiral,

                                         are the hesitations in the breeding of a habit,

                                         are the hesitations from the joining of a group,

                                         are the hesitations prior to the untruths deemed necessary for attending to survival.

Missing from My garden are those who cannot change,

                                               those who will not change,

                                               those who see no need to change,

                                               those yet to encounter the see-saw of despair.

Missing from My garden are those who are content with a lifestyle as encountered,

                                                         who ‘pooh-pooh’ the testimonies of others,

                                                         who listen but do not hear,

                                                         who look but do not see,

                                                         who touch but do not feel,

                                                         who read but fail to understand the import laid before them.

Missing from My garden are the disguises used by man,

                                         is the fancy dress used by man,

                                         are the methods of control used by man,

                                         are the weapons used by man,

                                         are the threats and curses used by man,

                                         is the seeking of vengeance being used by man.

Missing from My garden are partnerships of exploitation which continue past the grave –

                                                                                         where no-one benefits except the twosome of the ‘self’.

Missing from My garden are those who would hide their heart’s desire.

Missing from My garden are segments of a populace who follow other gods.

Missing from My garden are those beset on violence.

Missing from My garden is the sin of man when in mortality.

Missing from My garden are the unrepentant sinners of The Earth:

                                              who stare out upon the world with no shame issuing from their eyes,

                                              who have worn their consciences into a state of silent uselessness,

                                              who are strangers to sensations in the spirit and the soul
                        when ‘righteousness with faith’ is mentioned in their presence.

Missing from My garden are all who require their freewill to be respected –

                                               all who adopted the destiny of default;

                                                    who never made a choice of that which was within their grasp –

                                                                        when grace and faith were present for the acceptance of man.

Missing from My garden are those bound to Hell through the respect demanded by their freewill actions.

Missing from My garden in the absence of time speaks of eternity being spent within the destiny of default.”