Truly, my heart is moved to the thought of you reading me. Influenced by the presence of you in my heart, suddenly I see you before my eyes and poetry is triggered by the holy site of your seeking my love.

You were already present in my dreams, when the vision of your presence in the world to benefit many made your creation become the reality of my love for the world.

How precious you began to be in that dream until now that you seek me to be complete, as I become complete to the sight of your face. Imagine all that I have created with you in mind. All that you see became my best for you. So as I love you, love one another in the continuity of your dreams becoming mine since it began with you in the dream of those who gave you life, preceded by their own.

Are you not the continuity of others and others will be of you? What an eternal dream that began when the world became paradise in my dream of a shelter for you my beloved. The oceans were my tears of joy in loving you. As a father dreaming up a family that suddenly become. Forever is too short to put an end to such love. Look at you. Can you not see in your siblings what I see in you? Interrupting such holy sight would be as suicide to my own dream of you. I have promised you peace, I give you my peace and I leave you that peace. I look not at your past but the completion of my own dream within yours, for you are within me, as you were and will always remain into forever the beginning of tomorrow making today return every day forever. As yesterday was a today, as today is, can you not see the eternal measure of the day of my dream of all of you my children? Tomorrow is in your hands now returning again every day.

As your maker, fashioning you, was making me be reflected in all I placed in your heart, for others to benefit from. Oh no beloved one, crippled in a wheel chair, or blind, perhaps having been hurt, by someone in any way. Your sacrifice is their salvation. As I came to the world upon a cross my suffering was for all of you. True, definition, of love. Imagine my love you have been deprived of occasions of sins. What a Blessing. Also, the reward, of being, a savior to many, by your sacrifice. How I love you. The time draws near as yesterday and tomorrow are yet following you as a child to a mother.

You the sinner in your lamentation, your suffering from the decomposition of life in you, giving you time to find me to earn your own salvation. Yes I came to the world to take upon the cross your sins however before I came to the world many sinners knew not salvation as you do. Have you reasons to sin? Your self imposed suffering by pain or inner lamentation will give you the opportunity to show your remorse since you were already redeemed by the cross that you knew. Show your love in the Holy sight of redemption.

 The cross makes you, worthy of my love, if you will repent. I seek you not in my house as a guest uncaring of the Master. Coming, for the meal, and comfort only. My love is shown in redemption. Let yours be in repentance. For in repentance you will find an invitation. I love you my little ones.

Happiness is the center of the celebration in all hearts present. The world is within my love as a vision that must be completed by the input of more love then ever, to overshadow the weakened untrue visions of lesser then truth. As the rain comes suddenly I shall come swiftly with the light of truth where those with true repentance will know me while others will come to know what they have rejected for the pleasures of sins. An invitation I extend to all of you again. Look for the signs of love in the world. As a thief I am with you can you not see the difference between human love and that of mine reflecting in your presence in this world? I will shower the world abundantly with a massive increase of love. I am a God of love not of hatred. I know but love. Come home my little ones. Home is where you belong in me in this world. How does one find home in this world? Home is the resting place of your soul, body and mind. Where nothing is expected from you but your being happy. Any one seeking from you is not of me. Those who give the whole of themselves to others without expectations are reveal in the respect they give you as a people of God’s presence in their actions.

God Bless

Roger Poisson