THE RIGHTFUL PROCLAMATION

THE RIGHTFUL PROCLAMATION

I brave the whirling winds.
Caught in the epicenter
Of the merciless blowing,
My faith like a wounded animal,
My hope tattered and torn.
A tender meek voice murmured in my ear,
“ you are meant to uncover
The sacred and the strong,
The perfectness that simmers
To see the forbidden daybreak.
Just believe, breathe and let go
Of the patterns that condition, chatter, and clutter you.
Resuscitate your hopes and beliefs.
Rise with a mighty roar.
And proclaim the grandeur
That rightfully “YOU” are.

-MUSINGS OF THE AWAKENING SOUL.

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