Angels Unaware

Tender hearted is what I’ve been called on more than one occasion.

Confusion mixed with gladness confounded me.

My heart’s mind sought to understand what that meant for the collective.

Once upon a time, Love loved me.

It mattered not how hard I ran, or how fast,

Love’s love was with me, embracing me,

Making me open my eyes and recognize that I am not alone.

Certainly not then.

Not now and not ever.

There was no blinding light shining down on me.

Nor was there any talking livestock or burning shrubbery.

What was sent were angelic helpers, unwittingly rendering a service of love.

What, then, is there to say about our brethren;

Those angels who in spite of my absolute misery loved me?

What is there to say about their purpose?

It is for us first to know, it is not their purpose, but our purpose.

It is one thing to say we are here to serve, quite another to recognize what that service is.

What moves and motivates a thought into action.

The various sets of circumstance that unite us.

Concern like the force of magnetism drawing us, one to another.

Charity cries out to us when we happen upon one another outside of the confines of the brick and mortar where we meet to worship.

The rush from the pit of our stomach that rises to course throughout our body,

That radiates in uncontainable waves of joy at just the sight of a fellow beloved.

In that moment, you realize that nothing else in this natural life matters;

All will be well because in a moment of absolute clarity, we know we are not alone.

We, ambassadors in a strange land; all warriors,

Will shore each other up.

We were sent for service.

Handpicked  for a duty revealed only to the chosen few, to be shared with the many.

Our purpose, we angels, is to be a beacon of light.

It is to show that in hopelessness, there is hope.

In futility, there is still another chance to be had.

And another, and yet another, in Christ who loved us.

Yet still not fully cognizant of what and who we are,

We fall short.

With so much hope and potential, the mark stays beyond our grasp.

We must realize, this fallibility is not so to defeat us, but to show humility.

To illustrate that we, none of us, are perfect and able to stand without God’s grace.

We are angels here to serve.

Not only each other, but those who are lonely of the light that shines in each of us.

To say that we must have is unity, is like saying we must breath.

It is both simple and extremely complex.

Our unity does not simply mean we love, but more that we must love to live.

For us, unity means that our actions must show forth the Love that first loved us.

Dissention within the community of our beloved is as devastating as ones immunity turning on them.

We are all here to support and uplift one another.

The moment we cease to do that;

The instant we forget the grace that opened our eyes and our hearts…

The moment our glory is tarnished and marred by the petty embellishments of mortal coil;

In the moment that we become less than the more we were called to be, something in us ceases to be.

It is not that grace forsakes us, for it never will.

It is more that when our eyes become full of the natural,

We can no longer behold the beauty of our hope.

We, angels unaware, must first wake up and become aware of all that we have.

We must come alive to the glory given,

The Love that first loved us all.

We, angels, saints of the living God, aware of the true mark of our calling,

Must then grow up.

Graduate from an elementary mindset to move on to what’s next.

Operation.

The time is now to operate in the duty, the calling for which we were all purposed.

The time is now for saints aware to embrace our adoption,

To embody love, faith and a giving spirit and serve.

The time, beloved, is now.

(c) Pamela Shropshire 2012