This session had a totally different feel. I sensed a female spirit at first, then I experienced a very clear shift in energy as a male presence that felt very much like a Native American blended with my energy. The words I heard next left no doubt that this was a whole new message. An interpretation from my good friend Lois Anne follows the poem. What’s your take?
Torture, murder, terror, hurt
Betray the love.
Doubt … mistrust … hate are signs
… these come not from above.
The sins of man break bonds
In place since before time began.
These, the mighty tricks of man.
Who knows the answer to the challenge?
It comes on winds that blow
So softly you don’t know
They carry signals like the smoke of fires set to tell a story.
Whispers like drifting ashes that settle and coat the earth.
But no one stops to wipe the film of dirt and grime
That over time become a stain upon His name.
The tragedy is not the death or squalor.
Not the men who holler,
But the child who lies and cries without a bed to lie and rest
His weary soul and become whole.
The story ends here in the manger.
Who’s the stranger lost along the path with no one there to
Take his hand and offer solace?
This great world is none the wiser,
For the mystery of the land is why the sand drifts here and there
Without a care, yet man his soul can never find without his mind.
It’s there, divine. Sublime.
In time you’ll know the truth.
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An interpretation from my friend, Lois Anne (an English teacher): Wow, Suzanne…Bringing my experience within the “organized church” to this piece, I can’t help but see the religious wars within denominations and those between races and countries as “not from above” and “betraying the love.” There are basic laws of the universe and the spirit world that man continues to break…even while calling himself “religious.”I like the imagery of the “smoke of fires” and “the drifting ashes” which seem to show how easily evil and broken bonds become the “norm” for our world and even the church. Amazing that we can watch the violence of murder and rape on television news and not even cry. Was this always possible? But the real tragedy is the “lost soul” seeking for truth…maybe even within a church or synagogue or mosque…and the truth is never found because he/she has to use his mind to find the soul within. Most often, the creeds and rules of a person’s faith will not allow for questions or seeking or thinking. I see the manger as a symbol of the poverty in our world and the struggles and difficulties of our world (which it is biblically, too)…poverty of spirit, too, maybe? The tragedy isn’t in the preachers, ministers, wars…but in the person lost and trying to find his way in this world…trying to find peace for his soul. So the manger is also a symbol of comfort maybe? “The story ends here in the manger”…finally, a place to seek refuge? The person “lost along the road with no one to offer solace” is everyman to me or those seeking for “something more.”The message of the poem to me is clear.
There are many people here on earth who need to hear your message from the world of spirit…the message that we are all connected…the message of “oneness,” and the message of acceptance of many paths to the same God. I see the differing religions as “the stain upon His name” so people turn to atheism with no hope of an afterlife. But…there is hope and “In time you’ll know the truth.”This is a powerful piece, Suzanne. The beauty of poetry is that it speaks in different ways to different people through its imagery. And much of the Bible is written in verse and poetry. :)