Gifts of Heaven · Volume 2 · Chapter 244

The Lord to the Name Day of Jakob Lorber

25th July 1842, in the morning after 11 o'clock.

[1] So then I give you a little song on your day, if because of the world you also do not receive a congratulatory card. But I think this card will last longer than those of the world. But to the open one I too will always be open and generous and attentive; but I will also be a thrifty giver to the reserved one. Therefore do not think about it, so today nobody wanted to find your room on your day. But for this I come to you twice, as for the ear, so also for the eye. See, here I am!

[2] And so write now in this My presence, visible to you, this little song under the name: The tree's last leaf. I. At a forest's densely trimmed edge you see a rare scrawny tree, a little, very pale leaf adorns it. But this last leaf no longer hangs on the branch, but limply on a spider's thread only until a westerly snatches it away. II. Look at the world, how much it resembles a leaf, it also hangs there very dry and light on the same thread on the tree of life. Oh look, already a rough westerly is stirring there, he leads for this adornment the end, the rest, already it buzzes around the forest thorny hem. III. Oh tree, oh tree, you dead remnant of the forest! You gloat with your illusory power – why, you fool?! Is not death your lot? Yes dead, quite dead are you, oh tree, already long ago! Therefore you will not be afraid of My closeness, not fear in your grave's dark womb. IV. The last sheet, completely free from your attachment, The last leaf, completely free from your hold, adorns you only by a thread of force, which was spun there by a vile animal – and you still want to flaunt therewith before Me on this old death hunting ground?! Oh look, the Westerly is here with great greed!

V. You warble already, you lonely pale thing?! Do well at it; from Me only a hint – it is done, oh tree, with your glory! You do not want to guess who stands here with you now? Yes, yes, the westerly around your branches is already blowing, he does not let you realize the great power! VI. Why here, oh westerly, such great power? – A dry leaf only gapes between twigs, caught on the weakest thread of a spider! Therefore you can blow very gently and mildly, very easily you can handle this picture, that is completely dead in the fullest sense! VII. Oh notice, notice by this picture, you dead world, therefore only even more your delusion animates you; this is your being in this last time! Hear the last call from My mouth, return to Me still in this hour, before eternity will overtake you!

[3] Hear, understand, follow – Amen.