Preaching to the Choir, by Amy Champ

preaching to the choir

Have you ever felt like you were preaching to the
choir? So you took off all your clothes and felt the
gentle wind blow. You touched the pure face of G-d.
And the choir rose up and began to sing. And all of
their voices became on voice, and that voice rang
throughout the planet. That voice was pure and true,
like the finest gold or most precious diamond. That
voice was a fighting voice, but it was also one of
unison. It reminded you of days gone by, and it helped
you forget about the past. The voice washed over your
body, and it made you clean again. Sometimes it
hollered, and sometimes it whispered. It crept out of
the forest on a lazy summer day, and it was all you
had left--one voice ringing tru and simple. You picked
up and you followed the voices. You walked in the
brilliant sunshine. You walked on your path. You were
a healer and your life had just begun.

Amsterdam August 4, 1999

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