The Great Division

 

Written a few years ago now about global ascension..now in progress.

A poem that speaks of the coming changes for humanity. The darker the world gets the more we need to concentrate on light and love.

 

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      The Great Division - Stormwolf

Dawn slips upon me like a night’s reprieve,
a few more hours, to love some more.
There is a chattering on the breeze
that speaks above the city’s humid hush…
It whispers in the mirror of my mind.
Behind my eyes, my morning skies
are full of black-winged portent.

“It’s coming soon…”

I leave the news to do its worst;
to mummify in hopeless trance
the horrors of a sinking world.
Polarities like lasers, will dissect
awakened from the almost dead.
Divine division planned at Source.

Still, the whispers,
louder now.

“It’s almost at the door…”

Oh, take the chance to hold them near.
The ones who gave your heart a voice;
Who sung you into heaven’s gates
or bore you down with grief or pain.

All, were teachers on your path
to make you whole…
Now,
boldly, go
towards the light.

© Alison Stormwolf

© stormwolf 2017
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Gerry
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Blimey that’s a bit deep Alison, I think I have just about got my brainium on track. I am sure you will be going towards the light…
gerry x.

Leila
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It’s a scary world at times for sure and you captured that in your poem…Leila

Slovitt
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Alison: you had something to say, and you said it, and well. Swep

Belcanto
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Will be back, but you have a typo in your title. I think. 🙂

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