Imagine This

I attended a writing group today who’s pens were ready not just with their skillset of talent but with mouths that were driven to encouragement and hope. We were told to imagine. And when I did, this is what came forth from me:

I imagine that the world is at peace. There are no wars. No tears. It is only peace and grace and love. The friendships of each other are not jagged with edges that cut and bleed our loved ones. The rejection of peers does not exist because everyone’s arms are fully open and eager to embrace one another with limbs of affection. There are no loud voices that abuse or slander, only soft soothing tones that color their recipient with patient, quiet love. The voice of our Creator is the loudest, and has deafened all other lying tongues. There are no more echoes of insecurities resounding in our inner beings.

We are one. We do not misinterpret each other’s actions, knowing that all actions stem from a sincere heart of kindness.

We are whole. We do not bleed from childhood brokenness and trauma that traveled with us into the season of adulthood. They were halted at the onset of puberty. Or better yet, at the creation in the womb.

We are free. We do not fear being ourselves in all of our beautiful entirety. We create and dance and think and design all that is within us that is the manifest reflection of our Father. Our God. We are made in His image and paint said images throughout the earth the way He originally intended.

We are love. We love so unequivocally and so lavishly like we did before that first heartbreak. Before the first element of pain was shoved, no thrusted so deeply into us, misleading us to believe that we could never fully be so accepted, so received by anyone outside of our own beings.

We are just. We don’t just scream for justice we fight for it. Because every broken soul and heart is apart of us. When they hunger, we hunger. When they thirst, we thirst…

But there is no poverty here. Every belly is full with hope and mansions run in plenty.

We are here. We are fully present in every conversation, life giving in every word, uplifting in every action and deed. The hugs we offer smother out those deceiving voices of deception laced with temptations of suicide and loss, trauma and rape, murder and betrayal. Every soul that ever had the breath of the Eternal One puffed out into its being, now walks transcendent above all futile attempts of belittling, discouragement, disappointment, and sadness.

We are now. And we are His. And we are.

As He is.

We are.

By Nicole D. Miller

Nicole D. Miller is an author and heartfelt writer, as expressed on her blog www.betterthanwine.net. Her books are published at www.overcomingheartbreak.net and on Amazon. She loves all things “old school” hip-hop and R&B, along with any outfit that involves cute boots and thick scarves. She even manages to run her own bookkeeping business (www.abnbookkeepingllc.com) when she’s not cuddling her 6-month-old kitten, she fondly calls, “Squeaks”.

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