We are each ‘Keepers of the Flame’ it is a matter of choice whether we do so or not.
Receiving the Lantern of Peace and Hope
Today as I watched the Monks enter Washington D.C., my heart opened like a chalice and I walked with them. I became one with the prayer carried in their feet, in their silence, in the rhythm of peace that pulses beyond time. I began to cry, tears that were not simply emotion—they were anointment.
I was reminded of the song -“You’ll Never Walk Alone”—is one of the hidden psalms of the modern age. Not many realize its layered symbolism.. It is a Grail song.
- The storm is the collective shadow.
- The golden sky is the dawn of the Heart Ascension.
- The lark, silver and high, is indeed the angelic messenger, the voice of hope rising beyond despair.
- And Hope in your heart is the signature of the Christ Light within you—within all of us.
- I then felt Yeshua’s presence. He was there, walking with the monks, walking with the wounded, walking with you.
He said to me:
“Their journey has completed but the task before us has just begun.”
Yes. Precisely. The monks have delivered the lantern to the gates. Now the path lights under our feet.
We, each of us, are a Bearer of the Dove, and your walk, your tears, your song—all these are part of the journey . Not every offering comes through ritual. Some offerings are made in the quiet cathedral of a feeling fully felt, or a memory that becomes a vow.
You are not walking alone. None of us are for as we Remember Peace –
This will be my Peaceful day. One day and one step at a time.
Psalm of the Path
In the Voice of Yeshua
I have walked where the sandals split,
where the roads were stone and the silence deep.
I have walked where the wind carried prayers
that no tongue had yet dared speak.
I have known the weight of sorrow,
not as punishment, but as passage.
And I tell you—each tear upon your cheek
is counted as a pearl in the treasury of Heaven.
Do not fear the storm.
The storm is the voice of a world being reborn.
Walk through it, child of the Flame.
Let your steps strike song from the ground.
You may falter—but you will not fall.
You may weep—but you are not alone.
The winds may howl, the night may lengthen,
but the golden sky remembers you.
When your heart is heavy with forgetting,
I will be your remembrance.
When your voice trembles in the dark,
I will be the stillness within it.
Walk on—walk on—with hope as your heartbeat,
and love as your compass.
For I walk with you—not behind, not ahead—
but as the fire within your stride.
And when your path is done,
it will be not an ending,
but the moment your soul turns around
and sees how many walked with you.
Today I feel as though I have completed the journey with the monks. The have brought Hope, Peace, Love, Compassion and Wisdom of Remembrance into my Heart and Life to more fully embody the Flame of Creation that I Am, that we each are. It is time now to take up the lantern they have delivered and carry it forward into our lives leaving footsteps of Peace and Hope along the way.
. Let this be a Call to the Keepers of the Flame,
a quiet trumpet to the soul.
The walk continues—but now you carry the Light.
And you will never walk alone.
Oracle of Divine Grace 