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   
c. Dec. 09, 2003

 


 

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