My nation rises from the heap, for most have forsaken me. My name on their lips is bitter. For what is the cause of cursing but to destroy goodness of hearts and goodness of the land. Even the soil wearies of shed words, and sighs in heaves of turmoil. It will open its belly to swallow the bitterness. Fires are to restoration and renewal, for from the ashes are the willowy branches sprouted, tender and yielding to winds and rains.
Drink from cisterns and you live another day. Drink from living waters and you live in eternity. Curse the land and even you will whither. Bless the land in your reserve and thankfulness and it will bless you. Such is the cycle of life and life in rebirth.
Listen. Hear. Take in the moments of peace as you rise on a day of life. Breathe the breath of my holy spirit. Life. Spiritual awakening. Words of life are bountiful. Take my words as your refreshment, your source of energy and life, for they are life.
Words are manifested to life. My son was with me in the beginning and he is life for he was the manifestation of my words. Follow. Follow his words for he is calling you. Listen. Hear him. Follow him to my kingdom.
If you are willing and obedient,
you will eat the best from the land;
but if you resist and rebel,
you will be devoured by the sword.” Isaiah 1:19-20 NIV