They Named Her "Prophecy"

 

 

Spirit 

Has immobilized me, 

Like anchored chains by ether...

  Unmoved and draped in the cellular weight 

Of a billion lifetimes, 

  and even still...

 The dense capacity of this one, 

Seeping and leaking in my bones. 

Asked to behold visions and knowledge...

  Asked to do it almost alone. 

Asked to contain all that is birthing in me...

  Now, as we speak...

Tears shedding the known and old, 

  A cathartic release 

  For the ancestors hovering

Prophecy is finally here. And She Speaks. 

   It is no easy sense 

Being the gestation in human soul...

  Every toil reaped. 

Not easy to be loved in silent inhabitation 

   Like He does with me. 

To be loved at a distance, 

  While asked to solely hold up 

Monarchies and Kingdoms. 

  Realms of course, 

Not of this one. 

  Had she not been planted, 

Simply it would seem, 

  She was a star that fell. 

Fell from the sky. Foreign born. 

 Elemental imprints 

Of mysterious structures and fire. 

Nigh though...

  For by no accident had she come. 

By no accident at all. 

  Rather, 

She descended...

  Answering a very specific call. 

Yet as all....

 

  Erased in carnation

She would have no memory of it at all. 

Rather, within...

  Was the codex, in need 

Of activating. 

40 Days. 40 Years...

  Denying the Devil's call. 

Then arose, not subtlety but in sync...

  The Resonance before it all. 

and now....

          An Earthy Star Walks....