O My child, My child, I love you. I need you. I need you because I love you. I call you through the trees. In the soughing of the pines, it is My voice speaking. I call you in the wind. In the breaking of the waves, it is My voice you hear. In the tumbling waters of the brook, it is I, calling, ever calling.Go from your house with an open ear. Do not walk in a garden with an inattentive soul. Do not pluck a flower without feeling your heart throb.
Learning, knowing, working, these all have their place. But these are not the core of life, for living at its centre is loving; anything else is not life. Work becomes the fabric from which we weave life only when love holds the threads. Knowledge enriches life to the degree that love controls the thinking. Pleasure becomes the path to the far country if true love has been left behind in pursuit of false values.
Learn to love Me and to love Me well. Let the voice within you answer the voice without. Be at one with the trees, with the waves, with the flowing brook.
Grow upward, as trees, and seek My face. Dwell deep, as the lake, and know My fullness and quiet. And move ever, always, determinedly onward as the brook does; and keep the outflow of your life ever in motion.
For in My speaking, you will gain insight. In My stillness, you will gain poise; and joining with Me in the flow, you will experience the progressive life. Yes, only as life is progressive is it life at all. Movement indicates life. Movement safeguards life. Movement promulgates life. Movement gives purpose to life - yes, beauty.
It is the flowing lines of the sculptor's work that spell success. It is the flowing movement of the musical score that transforms mere notes to true song. It is the ministries of mother to child, either physical or spiritual, that contribute to the formation of the new personality and character.
It is love being and love doing. Yes, it is love loving. Otherwise love is concept, not reality. It is the believer worshiping - otherwise it is empty religion, with all spiritual creativity lost, and if not found in time, destroyed.
So the trees would say to you, Speak. Speak to Me, speak of Me - for I am always speaking. And the lake would say to you, Be still. Be still before Me in communion, and be still at times even in the company of others, so you may enjoy the lesson of the lake in mutual fellowship.
And Move. Find the channel of creativity within your soul. I have made no one without it. Some have choked it with indifference; others have despised it in rebellion; others have ignored it in foolishness; others have twisted it in bitterness. But I stand ready to come to the assistance of any man or woman who sincerely endeavors to find this channel, to remove debris, to repair damage or straighten the course, and most of all to enter the flow.
Frances J. Roberts
Come Away My Beloved