If You Knew

If You knew
the Tenderness
of My Touch,
You would not
withhold Your heart
from My Ultimate Healing.

You would not
wait until
Your final breath
to let it all go
and welcome death.
You would know, My Child,
the time to die is now;
long before You die~

To fall softly
into the Arms of Love;
ever aching and waiting
to hold You once again
and to enfold You
in Primal, Pre-Existent Peace~

To Kiss You
with Compassion
and Light’s Sweet Release.

Oh! If You knew
the Tenderness
of My Touch~
if You could
quiet Your mind
long enough, still enough
to find the Shore
of Your Eternal Soul,
swept with the Swell of My Grace,

You would turn
Your Face toward Me now,
in This Moment,
radiant with a smile
fed by tears;
relinquishing fears
cast out by Perfect Love.

You would know
You Are Enough,
and would raise
Your hands to the skies,
enraptured by the Wild Surprise
of falling upward into
the Gentle Stream of Light
which defies every dark thought
that clouds Your mind~

And You would find,
gazing upon
Your smaller self
from On High,
through My Own
Ancient Eyes of Mercy,
that You Are No Less Beautiful
than the Glory of Creation,
and No Less Beloved
than The One sent in My Name.

So, come…
taste my Tenderness
and carry the Flame
of My Love
in Your own fragile heart,
of which I AM the Center;
and remember…
that of Mine, You Are
a Vital and Precious Part.

~Cheryl Anne
celebrating surrender