Puppets of Love: The Calling

Something asked your name…
Something asked your life…

Did you think this was entertainment?

Love did not gather you here
To leave you the way you are

Love’s Curtain opens on wonder
Anticipation rises in the balconies above
This ancient drama asks:
Are you a puppet of Love?

When Love calls you forward
Dark forces can stand in the way
Sometimes with thunder and violence
Sometimes with whispers in the language of fear:

“Not yet.”
“Not you.”
“Too late.”

Fear says to keep…
your heart behind your ribs
your outrage in your throat
your witness soft and private
your conscience like a ghost

Fear says watch…
the children from a distance
the ruins through a screen
the world break into pieces
in a silence that demeans

Refugees are calling
The hungry are moaning
The wounded are crying
through smoke and bone

Children are suffering
So many are alone!

Love is not a sofa, Dear Ones
Love is not passive, it must be shown

“Master of Love, what recourse have we?”

Nothing but Love and Courage to see:
nerve to stay tender
discipline to tell the truth
strength to protect
will to remember and
refusal to acquiesce

Fear wants to hide these treasures in the dark
But these sacred tools are in the heart!

Here is the sacred chamber:
The place where the brave ones shake
Where the soul says:
“I know what Love requires”
…and trembles before the steps we must take

We tremble…but do not retreat
Love shakes us to our feet!

Listen now, Dear Ones
You were not sent here merely to survive:
to decorate the cage
to consume distraction
to grow old in a smokescreen of “age”

You came here:

To love—
Not merely as sentiment but as structure

To learn—
Not as trivia but as transformation

To love until your comfort cracks and illusion falls
To love what is wounded enough to serve it

To learn what is true enough to answer the call

Some think love is safety or that love is light
Some think love is being admired
or having the gentlest sight

Love is a holy and difficult artist
It asks for all of you not just your beautiful heart

What is the threshold?
Not war or sorrow or the ruin of the age.

Will Love move your hands
when fear tells you to fold them?

Will love move your feet
when comfort says “stay seated”?

Will love move your voice
when silence is rewarded?

Will you become inconvenient
To the empires of apathy?

Will the spirit move you
beyond thoughts and prayers?

Our witness is incomplete until it becomes a living deed!
Raise your voice!
Break the spell!
Love must rise for fear to fall!

Listen:

The first puppet string is not control
It is connection

The second is not obedience
It is devotion

The third is not performance
It is responsibility

The fourth is not destiny
It is consent

And the fifth, dear ones—
The fifth is joy

The Hand of Love does not manipulate you
It reveals the play and the dance

The theater of love does not trap you
It reveals the master narrative stance

The script of love is not imposed.
It asks:
Will you awake to become rescue?
Will Love become real through you?

No need to be fearless or to travel by sight
We will travel by Love!

Just refuse the lie that you were born to watch from the shadows
When love and life pass you by…
Refuse the lie!
You were not born to stand idly nearby!

What if you break?
Then break open!

What if you fail?
Then fail into love!

This is the threshold, dear ones
Not the end—the vow
Not salvation but rescue
Not victory—only Love

The world is burning
The children are calling
The broken are waiting
The frightened are stalling

And Love—is still asking:
Will you go now?

Not because it’s safe—
But because Love is how!

We were not born to watch and hide
We were born to step inside…

To Love and to learn!

The Puppet of Love is calling in
The Epic awaits—
Let it begin…
Let’s go now to the Show of Love
to show the love
to be the love
be Love
Love
Love