Seventh to Be Born, First to Live

God has always been there for me. He’s been there since my early childhood, He was there even before my birth.

I was the seventh to be born, the first to live.

He was there, when oldest young brother ascended and helped me to curate his early memory lively.

He was there at the edges of my life, so no literal missteps, no irresponsibility saw me pass away.

God was there to protect my children, saving them, pulling them from the brink of death and nurture them to be one of a kind Blessings in the world for both the Nature and the humanity.

God was there, when I wasn’t there for Him.

He showed me how to love as He does, He showed me how to see as He sees.

He’s been helping me to be more complete and unique, and He has been there for me even when noone else.
God has taught me to accept the light in me and understantd my real value. As He opened His heart I could experience: in a way He is as fragile as we all are…

I was the seventh to be born, the first to live.

Yet, I died.

 

Not even once…

 

 

Joshua Dragon

 

 

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Mirror of Nowhere

As I Can See

Lights are passing by. A city of emptiness shines in the dark of humanity, hiding the vanity of selfish desires and purposeless lives. There is no face in the window I’m looking through. Ahead the mirrors, facing towards each other, reflecting the endless in mighty blur. Numbers sign the seats, some are empty, most are full, which is my number? Am I labelled again? Or still I just don’t know who am I? For long, I had known myself as an alien, a definite extra-terrestrial, an abandoned boy, a body burdened being, a mixture of man and women, a part of God, embodiment all the desires and falsity of all the others’ hopes. Who am I? I was asked, again tonight. I am asked, right now, it is me or someone who claims to be a true self of mine, who am I?

Seeking the holy, seeking the grail, the…

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Train, through the Night

As I Can See

The train drives through the night. Lights are passing by, noises buzzing my feet. The windows reflect the strange shapes of in and out. Torso of reality.

Where I am coming from, where I am heading to is only known by God and me.

Faces of becoming and passing know nothing about the message what was planted in me, not so long ago. I feel like something has been given what is far beyond my body’s pain and my concepts.

„What would you do if the Messiah said thank you to you?”, this is the question echoing in me. „I wish I had known”, would reply the old self. Everything has changed, it is like growing, expanding and being reborn on and on at the same time. I do have responsibility. To share, to offer, humbly and meekly, letting Heaven to work through me, leading a life in what one…

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Train, through the Night

The train drives through the night. Lights are passing by, noises buzzing my feet. The windows reflect the strange shapes of in and out. Torso of reality.

Where I am coming from, where I am heading to is only known by God and me.

Faces of becoming and passing know nothing about the message what was planted in me, not so long ago. I feel like something has been given what is far beyond my body’s pain and my concepts.

„What would you do if the Messiah said thank you to you?”, this is the question echoing in me. „I wish I had known”, would reply the old self. Everything has changed, it is like growing, expanding and being reborn on and on at the same time. I do have responsibility. To share, to offer, humbly and meekly, letting Heaven to work through me, leading a life in what one day God could find a more than temporary shelter in my heart and mind. A home, where we can be together, and to where we can call each and every being in the Universe…

My Father was always serious when He had a joyful heart, and smiling when He felt grief and agony. This was the way how He taught us to balance, finding the tranquility in God’s Providence. His face is in front of me, beyond time and space, runaways and coming backs. He entrusted me, even when I never tended to see that. I know, we will meet again, beyond daydreams…

The train is slowing down and speeding up again, swinging, like my life. I try to stay in this track. There is no greater power than love. I need to study and practise, share and teach, unite in mind and body, finding my siblings all around. This way only I can go home, to the bosom of my Parent.

 

Be Blessed and Be Blessings to Others!

 
Joshua Dragon

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