I Voice the Words of My Soul-dreaming...

I Voice the Words of My Soul-dreaming...
(Written 2/1/2017)

Your Adjuster is the potential of your new and next order of existence, the advance bestowal of your eternal sonship with God. By and with the consent of your will, the Adjuster has the power to subject the creature trends of the material mind to the transforming actions of the motivations and purposes of the emerging morontial soul.

The Urantia Book

When I was but a child in my small thinking...
no one there told me...I was a son of God...
no one to "voice the words of my soul-dreaming..."
on my own I would have to shed the facade...

Soon I began to voice the dream in my soul...
from star-dark to star-bright...part becoming whole...
how desperate the climb out of the black hole...
how sincere the striving to reach the high goal...

You are the whispers in dreams I am dreaming...
all illusions, behind me, I am leaving...
shed the earth form of the flesh self-deceiving...
escaping into soul-form you are weaving...

When I was but a young man drugged and drinking...
heavily chain-smoking and thoroughly flawed...
no one to "voice the words of my soul-blinking..."
there was danger of dying from my own mind-fraud ...

Soon I began to voice the dream in my soul...
from star-dark to star-bright...part becoming whole...
how desperate the climb out of the black hole...
how sincere the striving to reach the high goal...

You are the whispers in dreams I am dreaming...
all illusions, behind me, I am leaving...
shed the earth form of the flesh self-deceiving...
escaping into soul-form you are weaving...

Soon, I found myself a man in his fifties...
that time when many men's men are sex-lust-lost...
I lost interest in all, but the lifting...
of the soul-conscious mind...whatever the cost...

When I became a man of soul-eyes-reading...
your whispers, through my soul, would never be lost...
you spirit talks were soul-consciousness feeding...
began the long journey...this great gulf to cross...

Revelation...expands mind...and hugs the Earth...
and upon the lever of mind came...rebirth...
and ascending vision of my greater worth...
to "voice my soul-dreaming" through the poetic word...

And now, this son of God is in his sixties...
and we give "voice to words of our joint soul-seeing..."
we walk, together, above the misty seas...
in unity envision our "one-being..."

Together, we give voice to the spirit-goal...
from star-dark to star-bright...part becoming whole...
there is only self-sacrifice...mortal toll...
the flight to reach the luminescent atoll...

You are the whispers...the real..I am seeing...
all illusions, behind me, I am leaving...
shed the earth form of the flesh self-deceiving...
escaping into soul-form you are weaving...

Copyright Timothy Ray Walls 2021