Thievery

Words, letters on a page, syllables spoken; that which we speak, to whom we speak, uttering nonsense, whispering lies.  Jesus walked into the Temple and, seeing their actions, labeled it a den of thieves; our words, transparent by action, have become our den of thieves.  The lies, the mockery, the cynicism, the hatred all began with words, words which cut, words which drove people from people, words which created new words, words which know only distance.  The desecration of the Temple has been replace with the need to desecrate the human soul.  Rip mother from child, brother from brother, friend from friend, words the new generation of thievery.  Robbing us of our chance to act upon an innate connection, words become something upon which we dwell, looking for hidden meaning, looking for a means of retaliation.  Cut once, we commit not to love but rather to the idea of self preservation; alas, we become quick with the tongue, our guard from further infliction.  Amidst the commotion, amidst the flinging of critical emotion, the Father speaks His wordless words, calling us home, calling us to know love, to feel, not with human extensions, but feel from the soul, feel His words and act upon such loving words.  Committed to bringing home His children, the Father never stops speaking hence the reason some wounds have begun to heal.  His words may get lost among the thievery of human language but the heart hears and the soul diligently works to respond to such honest, devoted kindness.  We can choose to live among the web of lies, among the den of insults, among the condescension and mockery of the human heart for the words used to taunt create a vacuum of self destruction leading to the manifestation of broken  languages, languages created with an intent to discredit love, discredit trust, discredit our connective souls.  As children we were taught that if we had nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all; yet adulthood reckons a much different lesson: be the first strike lest you be the one cut.  Our words, they cut, others bleed as we sit idly by, prepared for a counter attack.  Word have become our den of thieves, they take from each the goodness, the innocence of our being leaving us to rely upon a critical tongue.  Reliant upon such cruelty we will not for the Father continuously speaks, calling home, calling us to love.  Accept we must, this invitation of hope for we must depart from our thievery that we may rest in love.  Chosen words from the heart mock nothing, criticize no one, the build up, they expose language for what it has become, a mockery of that which remains undiscovered, that which goes unheard...the soul.  If we but stop our speech, we will hear the wordless words of the Father and our speech will no longer cut, no longer cause pain for our pain, itself, will be removed by His holy, unconditional love.  Accept we must the truth of the heart, the calling of the soul that we my bind our tongue and speak as the Father speaks, with wordless words; words which know peace, know togetherness, know grace, know kindness, know understanding for they have risen from love, love which dances upon the heart and reacts with the acceptance of the Father’s wordless words calling us home to live wrapped in His arms.  With the thievery set aside, we are able to live the love the Father whispers into our heart, into our soul.  Let love create our words and peace will be our reward; bonded by the Father we will build up rather than break down.  Stop, listen and let the wordless words guide a path of love, guide a connection of the soul, guide us with the intent to love. Thievery has come to pass, time now is to love and what better way to do so than to speak the wordless words from the soul.  On bended knee we come before the Father, on bended knee we hear and respond in love.