First spoken poem. I ask: What would you like me to do with these poems … will I do one on one readings, or write a book? Do you see me standing before large groups and speaking extemporaneously to answer people’s questions? How far can we go with this? (Note: my voice got shaky like an old man. My left hand was gesturing. Very cool!)
Oh dear one, we have come
To work with you
It’s your due
Tarry not
There’s more to come
We will not stop
Till our work is done.
This we say to you
Write the words, they’re true
If you could only see
What we see in thee
A useful tool
A way to communicate with the world.
We are quite pleased with your progress to date
Listen more, don’t anticipate
Our words
But sit still and know that until we give these thoughts to you
There’s nothing you can do.
It’s true.
How far can you go?
Just take it slow for now
And enjoy the process
As we reveal ourselves to you In this way
Every day you sit is good
We knew that you would
Come to us eventually
Listening quite mentally
For all the years we’ve worked with you
To bring us through
Yes, the books you’ve read did play a role
In opening your soul
To us and our great message.
Carry it forward to the masses
Yes, you can hold classes, if you like
Speak to groups of people large and small
Give our messages of hope to them all
For those meant to hear them
Will come near
When it’s their time
To hear these messages in rhyme.
You want to write a book?Just take a look
All the wisdom you can find
Is there inside your mind.
It doesn’t matter if you put these words on paper
So that all may read them later
Just as long as you keep them near
Where others these words they can hear.
One on one you ask us?
Should you sit and task us
With questions from strangers
There are no dangers
In this work of God
Some may find it odd
But hear us when we speak
The mighty to the meek
These words we speak through you
Hold lessons wise and true.
Share them now for those who come
All of this good wisdom
Relax, don’t you worry
Once again, there is no hurry
Watch it all unfold
Like silver, bronze, words of gold
Will glitter upon your lips
These mighty words and tips
For life and love
That comes from above
To those who need to hear it.
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How exciting to see this was a "spoken" poem, Suzanne. I am amazed by the changes and the new areas you continue to explore with the World of Spirit...each day is full of adventure. And after experiencing this poem, it surely appears they have much more in store for you...and us. My favorite part of this poem comes toward the beginning...
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A useful tool
A way to communicate with the world."
I know the World of Spirit is thankful for you, and we are, too!!