Letters To God

By Maria Melo

Letters to God is a message of love and light. Inside, you will find poems of truth, suffering, faith, and courage. This collection will inspire readers to find their divine existence in this beautiful life that we share. The poetry is compiled with the little stones along the walk of life""the joys and pains of sisterhood, motherhood, partnerships, and the state of our nation. May we share in his love with faith in humanity, learning with grace and living with gratitude.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9781645156789

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Introduction

With love and respect

From my heart I introduce

The reasons for Letters to God

With divine guidance, and heavenly news.

It was truly magical,

The voice of heaven’s son.

It echoed from wall to wall,

It was God, guiding my plan.

Its vibrations filled my home,

It was heaven’s mailman.

Clear and loud saying

That, the voice was the Son of Man.

Certainly powerful,

God or God’s, the sons of the sun.

Or angels, heaven’s messengers,

Sharing messages, with everyone.

I was caught by surprise,

Yet, needed to find reasoning.

To make sense of the invisible

Not seeing, but believing.

I gazed out the windows,

Looking for something that could explain.

A physical form that owned that voice,

Anything to stop feeling insane.

There was no one to be seen,

But I still needed to find its truth.

So I kept on with my searching,

My curiosity needed to be soothed.

For reasons I couldn’t understand,

This task, I was being assigned.

My intuition led me up the stairs,

I followed the inner voice of my mind.

To a certain extent, the search,

Almost became self-consumed

But my slow, silent steps

Led me into my son’s room.

When inside, carefully I scanned.

There, something, before I haven’t seen.

Two tiny white lines of text were written,

On his black computer screen.

The top line confirmed,

what my intuition was believing.

Written were the words,

Follow the guidance, you’ve been receiving.

I felt emotional, I knew its meaning.

Down the left of the screen,

Was written Letters to God

That was something before, I haven’t seen.

Slowly it all was making sense,

I know, I’m one with all, a divine being.

Letters to God was a message,

Now this time, seeing was believing.

Silence was all that remained,

My soul, through my spirit seeing.

Shortly after I started writing,

the messages I was receiving.

In Search of Myself,

That was the title of my plan.

To later fully understand,

It would be changed to The Voice is the Son of Man.

The title being The Voice is the Son of Man,

and as a subtitle, In Search of Myself.

At a spiritual intersection I was standing,

Having more blessings saved upon the shelf.

It is all a divine plan,

God’s love, can sometimes be odd.

It took some years to understand,

It would be the book, Letters to God.

Twelve years later, not exactly knowing how,

Poems started flowing through me.

God’s messages came to me at all hours.

So I wrote, writings like waves from the sea.

But still, after all. It wasn’t about God,

It was all about me, and all I’ve learned.

God my heavenly Father,

Needs me to share, beautifully the knowledge that I’ve earned.

I would wake up after a half-hour rest,

Starting to write, fighting sleep.

In the morning, reading what I wrote

It was beautiful, with gratitude I could weep.

I still didn’t know the purpose,

I felt it was stronger than all I planned.

I’ve questioned myself so many times,

As my English writing, I often sadly scanned.

While trying to sleep, trying to shut down my mind,

Giving a rest to inspiration, surely felt odd.

In my dream, I was still writing.

I woke to a voice shouting, "It is Letters to God."

I suddenly woke up, and as I raised my head,

Aware I was writing poems in my dream.

That voice, I knew so well,

Was the voice of heaven’s supreme.

For all that I’ve experienced,

While walking in God’s lands.

Much is written in Letters to God.

You’ll soon know, you have it in your hands.

It’s God’s love, and eternal wisdom,

Written messages from a complex mind.

Mastering an unconditional flow of love,

Pieces of a puzzle, God’s love being rhymed.

A grateful thank you to all readers, To God, goes all credit.

These messages from heaven, intended for all creeds.

Remembering that all is love,

Being shared through heaven’s deeds.

Jesus Loves You

Jesus is always with you,

When you’re happy or sad.

When you make mistakes,

Always, when you’re good or bad.

You don’t have to be perfect,

For, he has created you to his reality.

He knew while creating you,

You’d master your way to him, to eternity.

All you do, all you go through,

At one point, before your birth,

Was a contract with God, and your soul.

To teach you love, and survival on earth.

Please have self-love, and respect.

Jesus has your best interest at hand,

While you’re fighting your battles,

He has his angels available at your command.

Everything happens for a reason,

To understand, sometimes takes years.

In fact, many lifetimes,

To master how to overcome your fears.

The right and wrong is just a concept,

As everyone is learning on divine timing.

While mistakes are blessings in disguise,

God guides you while you keep trying.

Jesus feels everything you feel,

He’s the king, no end to his kingdom.

He’s the son of heaven’s queen,

Born in earth to teach eternal wisdom.

Jesus loves everyone all the same,

As separation is only a fearful belief.

He knew when he created you,

His tree of life needed you as a holy leaf.

Shine your beautiful light,

Let it illuminate your soul.

Knowing when sharing love,

To not condemn, or other’s control.

My Homeland

My homeland is an island

far away in the Atlantic sea.

Surrounded by angels

part of God’s democracy.

It’s one of nine stars,

part of heaven’s divine core.

Where my roots remain,

in my heart lays, it’s calming shore.

It’s called São Jorge,

Where Atlantis used to be.

The Açores carry flashes

of its people and history.

The Nine Islands are the flowers,

In schools, the children show and tell.

Terceira, Pico, Fail,

The city of Ponta Delgada, on the island of São Miguel.

São Miguel, is the largest,

He’s the father of all the others,

Graciosa, Corvo, and Flores,

are all part of one another.

Within heaven and Earth

God’s love had a perfect idea,

Eight have so far been named,

The ninth is called Santa Maria.

I could go on forever,

Speaking of the Açores in Portugal.

The roots of my family tree,

make it altogether, remarkable.

Farmers and fishermen,

all warm people, with kind hearts.

Pieces of heaven on holy water,

God’s love, creations of divine arts.

May you always be blessed,

My roots, my homeland.

Your skies hold the many stars I’ve counted,

Some secrets written in your sand.

The Awakening Signs

Sensitivity enjoying silence.

Choices of peaceful energy,

a higher awareness of dimensions.

A clearer sense of sensory.

Being awake at late hours,

God listening to our silent prayers,

Under the moon, gazing at the stars

While bathing in all of heaven’s layers.

Being able to hear and feel,

So much you couldn’t before.

The music of angels’ orchestra,

Feeling their song to your core.

The angels Cherubim and Seraphim

Are the orchestra’s leaders.

In every note a mystic whisper,

Serving humans from divine feeders.

An inner knowing, a silent Hi,

The sense of an eternal admission,

Flashes of light passing by,

Awakening a divine intuition.

Awaken surrounded by the afterlife,

Family, friends, or complete strangers.

All kinds of life and visitors,

From God’s love, and heaven’s chambers.

The awakening and the signs

All meet at a divine intersection,

The red flashing means Stop,

Then proceed in the right direction.

It may be your neighbor,

your mother, or your father.

Altogether your past memories,

All welcoming one another.

If I Was the Sun

I would never let you burn,

I would always keep you warm.

So, that you won’t ever get hurt

If I had to face the wildest storm.

I would keep you safe,

Even be your skin’s lotion.

Morning and night applied

With the right and proper portion.

I would gently keep away

All storms and tsunamis.

Hiding them behind the mountains

So your days stay sunny.

Certainly I would stop

The raging waves of the sea.

At the highest of my temperature

I would hide, not harm the leaves of a tree.

I would forever be your love

Your smile, courage, and memory.

I would make the world go round

So, your life would spin in perfect harmony.

I would reunite all seasons,

The clouds, all the stars in the skies.

Hold you tight to my heart

With all my love, would heal all your cries.

But I am not the sun,

I know, I won’t ever be.

Though, maybe the reason you smile,

When you hear my name, or think of me

The Eyes of an Elder

They hold the silk curtains,

the soft thread from the skies.

Made from many lessons,

happy laughs, and many cries.

They are the mirror’s reflection,

books of knowledge, that tell no lies.

Their tears are the light

to brighten the darkest skies.

If you look deep down,

through the curtains, behind the wall.

You’ll understand your truth,

answers to yourself, and to all.

It will reflect your fears or your faith,

the aged skin full of wrinkles,

every single line shares a truth

Of your existence, in different temples.

And every time you see,

or an elderly you encounter,

treat him, her, with love and respect.

Their stories are so profounder.

They hold so much knowledge,

that time alone couldn’t process.

A simple truth,

Available at your access.

Take a moment as you rest,

and see the growth of you progression.

The compassion in depth of their eyes,

Helps heal all the oppression.

Help them all you can,

at times crossing the road.

They are full of history,

but only a simple blackboard.

Give them time, care, and love,

they bring news from the Lord.

Know if they’ve made it this far,

Much of divine knowledge is stored.

My Flower Garden

I’ve asked God how to plant,

a garden for everyone.

His reply to me was simple:

"Your garden may be

anywhere under the sun."

I felt confused by His