Intermediate Awakenings

hands folded heart prayerful we request lives we touch be made more beautiful to our astonishment we hear a voice benign telepathic and unmistakable ‘no one is yours, all are mine’ we did not give up easily ‘oh lord, please intervene’ the answer is succinct ‘be still, that truth be seen’ the admonishment continued ‘who you are, in silence recall if you pray for betterment then pray for one and all’ relinquishing attachment renouncing every fear I stood silent in my emptiness waiting for God to appear