by Poetry99
© 2001 Dorothy E. Scott, all rights reserved
A soothing light bounced a prismatic aura off
walls of cumulus.
The total serenity, surrounding three spirits, magnified the serene
place.
An opaque quiet in the chamber, none want to speak or discuss.
All spirits could feel the the deep cleansing, a spiritual
embrace.
On a majestic cloud three bound spirits were
linked together by thin golden chain.
Three spirits each held a pearled dove, in its bill, a ring was held
secure.
The heavens were misting with a light but refreshing rain.
An aura surrounding the area kept hearts eternally pure.
Bound by golden chain, The Master looked upon his
children with adoration.
His calming eyes glistened, his words were distinctly spoken.
"Three spirits have melded together as one, one a poet, the other
two, ministers in instigation."
"Together kindred spirits have joined no longer apart or
broken."
"Through togetherness you must impart to the
world, a blessing seed to find."
"One a poet must administer to my lost children through word and
tongue."
"The others a spiritual enlightenment and healing of body, soul, and
mind."
"Together your spirits will honor my name, melded fulfillment, and
follow your gifted rung."