Ever get bogged down trying to
comprehend healing messages?
They’re deliberately encrypted to
reach their rightful destination.
The ass-backwards (preposterous)
“I am God” requires much clarity.

“There is no matter!” is another one.
Ouch! I bumped my non-existent toe!
Look away, far away from the seeming
into the light and Life of lasting Love
Where healing, health and tangible
spiritual perfection resides.

You’re there now! That IS your healing.
The world falters and faints with fear.
But not you. You’re in Spirit, free…
Or are you? queries the grammarian.
I am IN SPITE OF WHAT YOU THINK
YOU SEE, O petulant score-keeper.

The little girl rose from her sick-bed
recovered coz Sunday School teacher
refused to coddle prognostications.
Five little kitties, given up for dead,
listened to their healer and obeyed.
Death itself — seen right through —
afforded one family grief-free healing.

You’ve got something that lingers?
What would you be doing mentally
If you weren’t ‘forced’ to keep your
nose to the grindstone?
Wouldn’t you be off somewhere when
what your soul really aches for
… is God?