Aunts…
They’re here in the wings
Reaching out
For all the weary souls
In need of a gentle hand…
Can you image
Such a glorious congregation
As all this?
Be at one
With the truth
That
All of this and more
Are in your grasp
Should you wish to reach out
To receive
The invitation must be yours
These Beings are not set up
To interfere
Yet, they wait,
Nonetheless,
In hopes that you will ask
And should you choose to do so
Even then––
Even then,
They wait for your guidance
For just how much
(Or how little)
You wish to receive
In the name of glory
Let your wishes be soul-centered
For in between
The map designed to guide you
Is no more than sketches in the sand
Until you put ink to paper
Be at one with the idea
That you hold the pen
In your hand
You are the driving force
In the story of your own destiny
Behold,
We greet you with great joy
If this is what you seek
Be the mirror
And reflect joy
Onto the canvas of your life
Be aware
That the seeds of chance
Are held within your hand
And your hand alone
No one
Other than you, yourself
Holds the key to your own happiness
Lift the latch
And walk through the gate
Into your own glory
Then take time to celebrate
All forms of heaven
As it appears to you
There are many brave souls
Who will walk with you
Count your blessings
When the friendships you seek
Overflow in abundance
At your feet
Be at harmony with yourself
And let the mysteries unfold
One by glorious one
All the days of your life
Amen to that
Sacred spirit
Glory unto you
Let the truth be told!
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