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Show Me The Way I am not the Prophetess Yet she speaks through me I wonder if she'll ever Reveal my destiny A broken wing I'm grounded In motion but really not Moving in a circle I haven't left this spot How can I mock the people On their running wheels If I cannot help them Or show them how it feels To have such compassion So much to be redeemed Soar again in heaven Instead of just in dreams Show me how to love them Then show me how to lead Let not my poetry frighten them But let it plant a seed That we are all connected To heal one another And every so-called stranger Is your sister or your brother. Ciera S. Louise
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This site was created firstly for my regular following of readers always
wondering what I will write next. I try to stay current with the events and
spiritual questions of the present day. Secondly, I felt I needed to open the
door for others to see this writing which I never take full credit for - it
belongs to the mysterious Muse. She, I'm quite sure it is a She, is always
telling me something in rhyme or prose concerning whatever I see, hear or feel
for myself and all of us. I've referred to Her as the Prophetess sometimes. The
words sometimes seem to predict what has been historically and shall be again in
regards to war, love, peace, leaders, poverty, suffering, success, injustice ...
to
name a few. I welcome your comments and heartfelt responses to these words. It is for
that part of you from that part of me reaching out and praying for the progress
we need to keep striving for to ultimately bring us together under the Sun. I
believe every being can choose to redeem themselves from their fall from grace
and earn those wings where we all meet on the other side of this physical
plane. Pardon that I did not draft this opening nor did I make a big deal as to
my own personal bio. This was more important I felt. We all stumble on this
journey whether by making mistakes or having blocks put in our path. I feel no
need to conjure up a traumatic history to explain my words. We all have our own
traumas and need to honor and love one another without judgement for those past
things. Alas, there will be those fallen bitter souls who will try to tear
asunder good works and words, but without those challenging folks I would lack
the abundance of so much additional verse of ponder and wonder. I thank them too
for the material they provide me with as it relates to the deepest pain within
us all. Peace, Ciera April 2006 |