Listen, you who have forgotten yourselves.
I ask you now—look at the world you dwell in, and answer me:
Why do you cast down the downtrodden? Where have your hearts wandered, that you should no longer see My shining child among the faces of your brothers and sisters? Are they such without beauty, that you cast them into the fire for me? Can you not see their sacrifice means little, and their burning body makes me sick?
Is it because you have weighed My child’s every offense against you like a collector of debts, counting transgressions as though they were coins of silver? Have you forgotten that I count greed differently than a man does? Do you not see that when I love you, I forget your trespasses and keep no ledger against you? So why do you keep one against My shining child? Is it because you do not love Me?
Where are your minds? Did you leave them in the black mirror, content with the aroma of pale images, and forgetting the taste of real food? Are you content to fortify your household, and keep your bodies polished and untainted from the waters I have made? Does my wellspring offend you? Have you forgotten that I am not sending a flood, or do you feel that My promises are empty?
Where are your spirits? Did you let go of them at the first blow? Was My correcting hand too heavy for you, or were you too frightened that I may burn you away the way you have done with My little ones? Who has made you believe My hand is a weapon? Why do you believe your warmongering fathers, over Me who promises to deliver you from them?
So declares the Lord:
You see with eyes that do not see. You hear with ears that do not hear. You speak with mouths housed with unmoored tongues. You speak a language without memory, without My shining One written on your foreheads, without the life that breathes every word. And You have lost yourselves, You have hidden yourselves from Me.
So the Lord questions:
I ask you what I asked you in the first garden, Where are you? Why do you hide from Me? Adam, why do you turn your face away? Eve, why do you cover yourself in shame? What have you done that made you believe I have not already forgiven you? Who taught you to fear the love that formed you?
So the Lord declares:
I am calling you out of your hiding. My voice is coming out from under the dark hedge, over the high hills and mountains, from the shoots that grow through the rocky terrain, from the deepest parts of the oceans, and the blackest depths of the night. I have heard the rocks tremble in the shouting of Hosanna, Hosanna! (Save us, save us!) And I have sent out My voice out like a roaring lion. Lift yourselves to Me! Let Me see the glow I will make on your face!