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The Cosmic Force - Angel Michael Oracles #7

Updated on May 15, 2013
Illustration Mimi O'Garren
Illustration Mimi O'Garren | Source

Children of the World

Sing and Let Sing

Children of the world, I thank you. The ones who remember how it feels to empathize with other people's feelings, the ones who remember how it feels to believe in something, something sweet and good and glorious - I know you. I trust you. I thank you.

You may be 2 or 102. You still know the child within you. You love this child, you share this childlike message with the world.

I hear you.

An ancient tale calls out to you. What is worth saving? What is redeemable? Who is worth redeeming? Will the city be saved if there are twenty good ones, if just ten? What if there is only one?

Those who don't give a damn, they aren't listening anyway. Or is there a faint whisper of a conscience? Is there a spark there? May I kindle the spark without being first bitten, torn apart and left for dead?

Don't you know that the angry ones, the false faces, the ones who smile and stab you when your back is turned, they are not your enemies. They are your brothers and sisters, your children and parents, but when will you accept that they don't want to sing your song?

You can lose your song in a sea of discord and screeching sirens if you insist on making everyone fit into your arrangement.

They have their own songs to sing. They have their own purpose.

You cannot expect everyone to harmonize with you.

It is not your fault.

When You Wish Upon a Star

Sing Your Song

Bullies, sing your bully song

I have work to do

False face sing of painted smiles

Lure and stab and rue


Anger, sing your angry song

I'll be back someday

When you've put your claws and jaws

And fangs and snarls away


All I need to do is sing

And dance on flowered hills

I create the cures and hope

You can pay the bills


I will never sing your song

Or force you to sing mine

If one day you hear and love

Our purpose may entwine


Leave behind your carved out heart

Where love is just a word

Cold and frozen feelings there

Someone else once heard


To them you screamed, "Don't hurt me so...

I cannot take the pain."

Your heartache turned to menacing

In violent refrain


So go on, sing your anger out

And I will send you L.O.V.E.

For if you speak not the truth here

One day you will above


TYM


Copyright 2013 Heaven Leigh

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Illustration by Mimi O'Garren, Poem by Michael Jackson
Illustration by Mimi O'Garren, Poem by Michael Jackson | Source

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Cover Illustration Mimi O'Garren, Cover Design Dallas Griffin
Cover Illustration Mimi O'Garren, Cover Design Dallas Griffin | Source

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      Shauna L Bowling 4 years ago from Central Florida

      Oh, Heaven, this is so heartfelt! Yes, we cannot bring all into our hearts and souls but that does not mean they don't have their own. We are all beautiful in our own right. If only all could see......

      P.S. This is the most beautiful expose into Michael's heart that I've ever seen. I'm glad he allowed you to share it with us and used your heavenly voice to do so!

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      Heaven L Burkes 4 years ago from The Invincible Heart of Neverland

      Thank you so very much, dear Shauna. It is very personal to me now, and I admit I asked for his guidance on this subject. It is a very important, if not THE most important social issue facing us today, I believe.

      What is money, what is success, what is a big house or a new car if our children fear for their lives in a terror-driven world? We must sing and shine and pray for a bright tomorrow where "bullies" are healed of their "need" to terrorize, and peace reigns supreme. Keep Shining! And thank you!!!

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      mckbirdbks 4 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      In the olden days (here I hail from) there was a word called smitten. You certainly define this word when it comes to Mr. Michael (nice name) Jackson. Each beautifully presented piece shines with your admiration.

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      Heaven L Burkes 4 years ago from The Invincible Heart of Neverland

      Awww Mike, are you teasing me now? ;) I must admit, I was not "smitten" with this gentleman in the least while he was on Earth with us. It wasn't until his spirit voice whispered in my ear that I became smitten with the message he brought, and the depth of the message this spirit seems very adamant to share with anyone who will listen. *sigh* I'm beginning to understand why "The Ghost & Mrs. Muir" was one of my favorite movies as a child though... ;)

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