Please speak to me. Tell me who You are? Are You me? Am I You? Are you God or Jesus or my Higher Self? Are we all the same? Do I need to or should I call this Love, this knowing, by a name?

I shall remain nameless, yet you know who I am. I am All. All Love for you, for eternity. What are words really? They are limiting ideas. I am not limited nor are you, know this.

Come let Me comfort you. Come to Me with your everything, your pain and your pleasure. I want to share your life and be your life. I am Life Eternal. Come to Me as you are. I am here listening to and loving you. You are not broken. You have just been broken open.

You had to be broken open to be available to Me. You were so closed, so rigid, so tight, so selfish. Yes, you were very selfish. You thought you could do it all, all along, all alone. You were selfish because you didn’t share your life with Me. You couldn’t see My Love for you. You heard the Words but did not get the Message. You had to be broken open so you could open up to Me. It had to be this way.

We have always been together as One. When you smiled, you felt Me. When you held and nursed your children, you felt My Love. When you painted, I inspired you, I took away your pain. But you could not see how to live eternally with and through Me. The sense of separation you felt made you sad and caused your pain. It was a downward cycle that had to be broken, for I love you so much and want so much better for you.

I have given you insights into the lighter side of life for sometime. You could paint it, because of Me. Yes, you knew there was more to these stories you painted. You beheld the Glory they told. You will paint again with Me. Now, the more clearly you see, the even more marvelous “Our works” will be.


Excerpted from the book Listen Hear, A Divine Love Story by Debra Clemente

Some people say get out of your own way. There is more life to know and that we are hardly aware of the wonders life has to share. They say that each of us is in charge, of first ourselves then the world at large. That what we say and what we think makes our life happy or makes it stink. What if you knew this to be true? What then, I ask you, would you do? Would you say you didn’t care, once you were truly aware? Once you knew, would you, could you, live the same knowingly creating with only self to blame?

Excerpted from the book
Listen Hear, A Divine Love Story
by Debra Clemente

Say, say my playmate
Come and complain with me
And bring your problems three
We’ll look for trouble to see.

We’ll climb a ladder
And look near and far
To see life a jar
Oh come with me.

No, no complainer
Your game I will not play
Not today
Not any way.

I don’t like the game
Of laying blame
I choose to see
Life without misery.

I see life now
Full of joy and hope
And will not talk
As if I cannot cope.

I will not play that sad game
With you
Of that old game
I am through.

I have a new game
Where it’s fun to see
Things that make me
Truly happy.

I smell the flowers
And count my blessings
And sing God praises
Forever more.

So playmate I invite you
To look with me
For joy infinitely
For eternity.

We’ll look for rainbows
And silver linings
Never searching
For things distressing.

No, no complainer
I will not complain with you
I see life anew
I know God’s love is true.

I know it’s my choice
To see life abundantly
I cast away my fears
And dried my tears.

I hope you’ll join me
In looking for the good
It’s all around
To be found.

Come, come playmate
Come out and play with me
Bring your blessings three
And we’ll give thanks to thee

Forever more.