The Best Thing for God to See

From God’s point of view, the best thing to see and feel is a family centered on true love. A family where the parents and children are all centered on true love. When you feel love your hand automatically wants to reach out. You want to smell, your eyes become narrow. When you hug your lover, you usually close your eyes. That means that everything within you is satisfied, you don’t have to look anymore. You feel like floating and feel that you are the center of the universe and are spinning around. Usually these lovers jump together, whirling around. If that takes place, all your organs, even your heart all feel happy. So where is happiness? It comes when all organs feel satisfied with no room to move. Even if all the other senses come together, but the eyes squint and look elsewhere, it is no good. You need one focus point for all.

 

 

God And I
Reverend Sun Myung Moon
4th March, 1990

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It was over before I realized

It was over

Before I realized

How much I miss

From love and the world

Without her

 

Then God visited me

In different forms

And tried to lead me

In different ways

 

As I was blind

Dead and mute

It took a long while

To see myself

As a son of His

 

Even now it is hard

To believe

That He loves me

Unconditionally

 

I can be happy

By myself I know

It won’t be perfect

But I am not alone

 

Heavenly Parent

Is watching over me

 

 

Joshua Dragon

Love Unbounded: The Feral Cat

The feral cat shook its fur on the blanket. It stretched its back a bit, carefully enough not to wake up completely.

 

If feral cats can yawn, it yawned, too.

 

“So, this is where I am” – noted with narrowly opened eyes. It was dark in the room.

“It’s okay to be here”, continued its thoughts “though…” and the thoughts became foggier.

“Where was I?” asked itself while falling back asleep again.

“Now, I know” woke up again. Well, this was more of a purr than a real waking up. The one everyone makes especially feral cats.

“I could be loved more”.

“Definitely, I could be patted and loved more.”

“My fur needs to be combed more often. Holy Mice, this silky fur needs combing, at all!”

“And I could have a real name, not just this temporary.”

“Humans are so weird, why couldn’t I have a normal name, like Johnny? Or just simply, John?”

 

So, John, the feral cat fell asleep again. This time he was dreaming about being patted, loved, cared and always fed more than he could think of.

 

He wasn’t greedy at all. John was among those who always appreciated each and every little bite – never thinking of how pathetic the situation could look like.

“Come Kitty-kitty, jump here to the window shield!” or “Kitty-kitty, catch the food!” and sometimes “Come let’s play! Where is your food? Can you smell it? Yes, it’s right in that tiny box, can you grab it out, Kitty-kitty?” But he didn’t care. Actually, time to time he even liked these silly games.

 

Originally, John (or Johnny for friends), had a shelter in the street, next to a crowded road. Life in a shelter is not fun; all humans know this well, so as feral cats. However, this was his home and he liked it. He liked it even in downpour; those times he was just sitting and let the raindrops wash the dust away from his hair. He enjoyed watching the rain and feeling the fresh air as it was cleaned from the pollution.

 

John took a deep breath in his sleep.

 

Other times, he was just laying in the grass, watching some buzzing bugs flying around the dandelions. He didn’t know so much about bugs but he respected them. On the contrary to those fellow feral cats who behaved like birds and had a tendency to keep bugs on the daily menu, John was just watching them.

 

If feral cats can smile, those times he was smiling, too.

 

And John was a peaceful love seeker.

 

He was curving in the blanket now.

 

John’s memories were full of nice moments with children whom (and this was something he was really proud of) never ever bitten or scratched.

He had just a special feel for them.

He enjoyed their laugh and certainly he enjoyed when they pat him.

 

Once he even jumped into a baby cart. The three young siblings were laughing and patting him and the mother was taking photo of him. That was a nice feeling: belonging to somewhere, belonging to someone. For a moment John forgot he was a stray, an unplanned and unwanted; a useless beggar in the eyes of many. He was just happy and comforted.

 

John didn’t know then, but that was the very moment when his whole life was about to change completely.

 

John walked into to the other room and laid down to the feet of the children. He immediately fell asleep again. As he was sleeping, with one of his ears he was constantly checking the young children’s breath to see if everything was okay with them.
by Joshua Dragon

 

(Love Unbounded is a series of short stories from real life.)

Powerlessness

what have I done
if I have done
what have I missed
if I have missed

I wasn’t here
where I should have been
I haven’t seen
what should I have seen

now
suffering comes

they are just innocent
to be harmed this way
what have I done
what I should have seen?

just missed the life
their life
who we miss now and tomorrow

accusing myself
can’t see the pain
doubts in everything
and prayers to God
to forgive what I have
and haven’t done

have no words
even my existence is so heavy
how could I endure it
when others suffer

I feel I can’t bear the pain that others suffer
I wish time to turn back
I wish to change the Rules
I wish myself to suffer and ache instead of them
I wish I was True Father to bear this
I wish I was a True Man to bear it
I wish to resemble Him
who suffers the most because of me
because of me
because of me

and still
He lifts me up
embraces
forgives
and forgets
and Loves

turning my powerlessness into capable capacity
to love them again
the world
and the humanity
including…
…me

 

JD

Don’t worry, my child

As I Can See

Don’t worry, my child
don’t you worry
I’m standing right next to you
I’m with you

You may think the world is over
you might feel this way
but even if it is so
I’ll be with you

The broken sadness in you
will pass away
complete happiness will rise
with the morrow

Loneliness and Isolation
the two loyal friends
Abundant Grace
will better suit to you

Can you accept, my child
the love I’m giving you
Can I give you more
to heal you by tomorrow

I’m worried my child,
I’m worried for you
I’d like to find a way
a better way to and for you

But you shan’t worry
if you open up
just a little bit more
let me embrace you

You may think I’m too old
and you are independent
to be so close friends
partners for life

I’m here any case
trying to catch…

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