Progress in life bursts through like a song. Progress and song are outbursts of love. We are talking about your evolution, beloveds. Your evolution does not stand still. Therefore, you can burst forth into song any day of the week. You can burst forth in song right now.

What is a Heavenletter but a song of love? And in every song I sing of you. I sing of you and for you. How beautiful must My voice be as I burst forth in a love song for you. So long as I am singing, the words don’t matter. It is the tune I convey that counts. Even in silence My hum is heard.

I sing a song of Myself, and I call it you. Or I call you Me. There are no lines between Us, as if I am on one side and you on another. As I sing to you, I sing to Myself. Who hears Me? Is it I, or is it you? Whose voice is heard – yours or Mine? What can the difference be?

Wherever I go, you come with Me. Not as a hostage, beloveds. You do not come with me for the sake of anything, unless We say for the sake of love. There is nothing else to sing about but love and no reason not to. My heart sings love. My heart swirls in love. My love is the composer of My song .

If you could not hear, you would still hear My song. You would hear it in your heart. You can never be without it, My song in your heart.

My song sings of the grandest ocean. It sings of the forests and the sky above. It sings of the center of the Earth, and it sings of the innermost valleys of your heart. How well taken care of you are, beautiful song of My heart. I sing to you, and you are the song I sing, and you are the singer! There is the story of life. You are the whole shebang. And you sing back the song I sing. And so your voice sings a song of God. Reverberate your sweet song to Me. It doesn’t matter how well you sing. It matters just that you sing.

Sing a song of sixpence, or sing a song of God. Sing a counting song, and you sing a melody of love.

Soon you will not be able to stop singing. Nor will they be any reason to still the song in your heart that rises to Me in Heaven. My voice dances on the moon. You lasso the sun! The stars are Our chorus.

You may think I am the lead singer, but you are! You step over the remains of the day, and you sing. Your song marches across the terrain. Your voice rumbles the Earth. Mountains bow down to your song. Trees bend, and bird calls imitate the sound of your sweet voice.

What should your voice do but utter song? Let your voice be the hush of moonlight. Let your voice be seen over the crest of the horizon. Let your voice be a whirling Dervish. Let your voice bounce off the ceiling. Let your heart sing. There is no reason to ever have your heart struck dumb. Your heart is meant to be voiced.
Let your voice be like a flag posted on the moon.

I am a Physician of Love. To sing is the prescription I give you. And you are free to pass My prescription onto others. My penmanship is good. You will make no mistake about it. Beloveds, you are the song in My heart, and you are the song of the valleys. Sing love all day long, and never be hushed. I urge you on.