The Sacred Gift

 

      Your gift begins on airy wings, over a diamond sea.

The British Isles beckon you, steeped in mystery.

Setting down on hallowed ground, you’re welcomed to this land

A warm embrace and gentle smile, the guide then takes your hand.

 

Through timeless oaks of Coen Y Brenin, which Merlin once called home,

You sense the magick lingering and feel an urge to roam.

Up in the sky, once again, Stonehenge comes in sight

Your guide informs you quietly of its mystery and plight.

 

Across the choppy Channel, where boats bob in the waves,

The coast of France looms up large and you sense the hidden graves.

The Eiffel Tower pricks the sky as you fly a joyous circuit.

The winding Seine then calls to you and all Paris is moonlit.

 

 

 

Snow-capped Alps are no obstruction as you wing o’er silent peaks.

And the Riviera warms your soul as the Sea flaunts foamy streaks.

Through Tuscany and Florence with their maze of wineries,

You set down softly and enjoy the scent, amidst the warm spring breeze.

 

The famous Serengeti is a place you’ve never seen,

And down below, zebras graze in a sheltered lush ravine.

Nomads walk this timeless land in harmony with nature.

While the camels plod an unseen path with their load of myrrh.

 

 

The sand is hot in the Valley of Kings as a sphinx smiles at you.

And alongside ancient pyramids, you see the Nile painted blue.

Across the Red and Dead Seas, your guide points out key sites.

The beauty overwhelms you as you see Jerusalem’s lights.

 

Istanbul the ancient is but a passing scene

And travelers on the old Silk Road cause your mind to dream.

China’s Great Wall looms up large and you marvel at its splendor,

And the Torii Gates of Japan rouse feelings that are tender.

 

 

Wondrous peace envelopes you as your guide squeezes a hand.

Your gratitude is noted and she whispers, “I understand.”

Alaska’s rugged country flashes by with untold beauty.

And down the continent’s west coast, toward lands of mystery.

 

The Andes rise from puffy clouds – perhaps the Mayan Heaven?

And ruins of that enlightened race capture your attention.

The elder gods of Easter Island maintain their silent watch,

And Macchu Picchu, once lost to time, lies in a bright green swatch.

 

 

Your guide informs you there’s one last thing that’s imperative you see.

And then you’re in the star-filled sky, on heaven’s balcony.

Below a gleaming blue sphere rotates to catch the sun.

You can almost see Ra’s chariot and that night is on the run.

 

A sense of peace and reverence hold you gently in their grasp.

Your guide’s next words are shocking and you can’t suppress a gasp.

Down below, the silent Earth rotates and bears as witness.

And the true identity of your guide, to you, she does confess.

 

 

 

“This beauty is My gift to you, with its mountains, lakes and life.

You’re honoured Me, My child, even through your strife.

You’ve treated friends as family and stranger as a friend.

It may not seem that your love’s returned but on this you can depend.

 

“My eyes see all and, to Me, your soul is beautiful.

The sites that we’ve explored this night are but small parts of the whole.

In the coming times of earthly change, your gentle soul is needed

To guide the way and share your love to the souls that I have seeded.

 

                “Don’t ever falter to lend a hand, if you sense the need within.

For it is My quiet voice that speaks and great love to you I send.

Along the way you may despair, for some things you can’t evade.

Just remember this small gift from Me and remember all I’ve said.”

 

 

The sun’s first light peeks inside as it crests the eastern sky.

And soaring high on solar wind, there’s a joyous bird’s sweet cry.

Sleepy eyelids open slowly and you note you’re home in bed.

And wonder was it just a dream and turn a wary head.

 

A single rose in full bloom lays silent on your pillow.

You pick it up in wonder and walk towards your window.

You feel the magick in the rustling leaves, under clouds of downy fleece.

This sacred present is now your own, the Goddess’ gift of peace.

 

 

 

 

Personal Note: The mother of a dear friend underwent serious, cancer-related surgery and I was unable to buy her a gift because my funds were extremely limited. Instead, I requested special assistance from a temporary Guide and this poem was the end result. It was two pages long so I purchased a blue duotang folder, pasted the pages on either side and added stickers to liven it up. At present, it is laminated and sits proudly and prominently on her coffee table for all her visitors to see. Note "see" and not "touch" ....lol. There was a message contained within it that her guides assured me would be understood, within the framework of Divine Timing. I hope you received a small measure of the same blessing reading this poem as I did while composing it. Without doubt, it was a definite “labour of love".  

 

Blessings and Light from the Bright Sorcerer 

Archived episodes of my radio show entitled "Spiritual Sorcery" which includes programs with my own dramatic readings of several of my short stories and novellas. With titles like "Sorceress Of Silence", "Demon's Ploy", "In The Shadow Of The Cross", "Angelic Sorcery", "The Guardian Of Principles" and  "Devilish Details" they fit nicely under a category of writing that is not yet officially recognized, but should be -  METAPHYSICAL FICTION.

If you are interested in using my voice for your own project or wish to inquire about my writing in general, please feel free to contact me. I specialize in narrating spiritually-based literature. bright_sorcerer@rogers.com

 

 

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