Revelation Meditation

From a deep meditation in 2001, filed among the annals of my dream experiences and discovered in my current ‘purge’. It has been enlightening in a fresh way to revisit my dreams during those years of growth. I found this poem to be even more relevant today, almost prophetic in some way. It brought back the feelings I had when it came to me.

Transformation Revelation

(Thoughts from the edge of consciousness)

I saw the Earth spread vast before me

with all its pain and suffering.

I heard the cries and felt the sorrow,

the heaviness that life can bring.

Disease and death, despair and danger

thus covering the bloom of Life.

Deceit and hate, mistrust and anger-

the soul of man, beneath the knife.

I spread my arms and swept the land

and called to those of one achord.

We raised our voices to the skies

and called upon the ancient word.

“We lift our prayers to Spirit now,

release all souls in agony,

return our brothers to their lands,

shine bright the Light so we may see.”

Then did the heavens open up,

I saw the Morning Star within.

With outstretched arms he whispered sweet

for all in pain to enter in.

I witnessed famine and decay

depart from Earth as in a storm.

All forms of spirit, wounded fled-

within the Light my heart was warm.

The spire of darkness made its way

on through the gates to pierce the sun.

our song was joined by every soul-

a transformation had begun.

When the ashes dark blew out of sight

there rose a roaring o’er my head,

as the flutter of a thousand wings.

Within the thunder Spirit said,

“Petals from ashes, Life from Death.”

I felt release within Its breath.

Sweet fragrance wafted on every side-

‘twas all and nothing I could describe.

Showers of petals fell to the Earth

as signs of life began to show.

Blades of grass heralded rebirth,

from the mountain hearts, springs did flow.

We raised a new song through our humble tears,

and prayed for wisdom to guide our choice.

We would learn right ways to protect the Earth

as one last time we herd Spirit’s voice.

“It is not in the planning that Salvation comes,

not in the preservation of one’s soul.

It comes through remembering from whence you came-

the Why, the How, the Same, the Whole.

the Why, the How, the Same, the Whole.

Cheryl KP copyright words and image 2020

Seeing

Seeing

 

In quiet reverence I step

into the light,

my church,

my peace

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My favorite pew

curves gently under

my tired body, its

rhythm sways

me into quiet meditation

as my skin drinks in

evening’s soft light.

Old sun teases-

a playful game of

hide-n-seek.

I peek through

half closed eyelids

as he winks.

 

 

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The congregation gathers

quietly round me…

 

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The choir sways to

the melody of the wind

whistling through the trees,

fuschia robes fluttering

against an azure sky….

such greatness,

beauty and wonder

to behold.

I am moved

to be near such majesty,

compelled to find the

tiny miracles that

together make the whole.

 

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Existence not a mere

contradiction of dark

and light, beauty or beast.

She is a symphony of color,

form, movement, sound-

the truth astounds!

It washes over me as a baptism,

salvation waiting at day’s end,

the truth found in a single drop-

heaven’s tears shed for that

which is given in vain,

the suffering and pain,

sins gone with the

cooling rain.

All that we know,

all we can be,

from eternity-

a golden key

is always free

if only…

 

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with a closer look

we truly see.

CherylKP copyright words and images

2018

I hope you enjoy this by my favorite ladies…Celtic Woman