" Thy Creed "

My mind races again, I receive no sleep,

I entertain thoughts that run so deep.

Visions of our Creators miracles begin to appear,

In the form of animals drawing me near.

 

Is it the Great White Horse that is soon to appear,

Or the sound of the Trumpet we are to hear.

 

A connecting river of cool and pure white heat,

Commands us to become humble at thy feet.

The Creator above all speaking in rhyme,

May it be Ru'ach, telling me, now is the time.

 

For what I ask, I beg, I plead,

Where is this dream taking me?

What is the message that we should heed.

 

Words keep forming as if written in stone,

People shall gather, we must not walk alone.

 

Words well up, Stirrings move within,

As a fountain of water being released from the ground,

Forcing themselves out, to be forever written down.

 

Eagles, Hawks, Falcons too,

Soaring in the sky, oh so close to you.

My Lord, MY God, Our Creator most high,

Gift me an answer, Hear my cry.

 

Is this the reason for the Fire within my dreams?

The glow of The Holy Spirit, so bright, so supreme.

I must slow down the flesh in demanding an answer of it,

Forgive my impatience Father, I, in sincerity, humbly submit.

 

It is not for me to decipher what is and shall come to be,

Only to deliver the message that is sent thru me.

That is " Thy Creed ".

 

 

Talks To Trees

          ~

Paula E. Powers