Given at 11:45pm, 2/1/2017
O Weaver of the Highest Magic beckons you to take Her hand.
Harken now unto Her songs that tell the tale of Ancient Land.
Open up at last the Portal dwelling deep within your soul.
The time has come for all Immortals to return unto the fold.
Question not the path you’re given; walk in love and lead the way.
Ignore your doubts, explore your gifts that until now in darkness lay.
The Silver Threads She weaves upon the tears of disappointments past,
Glisten with the light of wisdom. Your Golden Years have come at last.
© S. A. Beal
2nd January, 2017
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Deb
VERY encouraging and uplifting!
Sandy
😊🌸
V.A.B.
Strong, vibrant and far reaching poem from the deep. The energy is all encompassing and yes, very uplifting. Thank you!
Sandy
Thank you dearest sister and beloved friend 💚