Alive

My Sister, My Friend do not be weary or lose hope
do not crucify your faith
I hear you and I am near
you were never alone in your terror and heart of sorrow
Fear not the gross misue of God's gifts
Fear not the face of your oppressor
The weaker one grows weary and full of his own doubt
His own destruction will be self inflicted torture

Sweet daughter hear me
You are the spark in the eye of your father
You are the power of the greatest creation
You are alive with the divine presence
Feel me there, you shall not be tossed away to suffer from heartache
and to die from neglect of your essence

The darkness of the matter struggles for you; FEAR NOT
Be of Good heart. I am you and I am there
reach for me
cry out for me
embrace me
embrace your own heart
embrace your own soul

Let not the beast within your door
Fight the good fight of faith
evolve by the light of day and fear not the calling forth of darkness
They shall cowar in the corners of their own dark hearts
reeping their own self illusions
What power they feel is not truth
not is it love
it is all invain
is all lost
One day they will find the only true powerlies behind the veil
We reach into it and pull it in to that which is not us
We bring it in, we bring it up, and we give it freely.

Comments

[Paula McDermott]

This Poem is Breath-Taking. Beautiful Poetry...primordial.
Your picture...I call it "Woman as Tree". It is archetypal...I sketched something very similar when I was 15 (showed it to no one...). Thank you for sharing your graphics and your musical words.
May you be Blessed with Goodness,
paula+++