A Message From the Seer
I'd like to share this poem with my Lightfamily. I reread it after trying to assist a wounded pilot this morning, who died an agonizing death from the war before I could help him.✶ I want to honor his courage and learn from his example.
May I remember, as I lie safely in my warm bed, that the little inconveniences of life, are not really suffering at all. May my gratitude grow for every moment of peace I am blessed with.
I bless you, my Beloved Lightfamily, with safety and abundance, increased through the gratitude of your hearts.
I went to the dances at Chandlerville,
And played snap-out at Winchester.
One time we changed partners,
Driving home in the moonlight of middle June,
And then I found Davis.
We were married and lived together for seventy years,
Enjoying, working, raising the twelve children,
Eight of whom we lost
Ere I had reached the age of sixty.
I spun, I wove, I kept the house, I nursed the sick,
I made the garden, and for holiday
Rambled over the fields where sang the larks,
And by Spoon River gathering many a shell,
And many a flower and medicinal weed–
Shouting to the wooded hills, singing to the green valleys.
At ninety-six I had lived enough, that is all,
And passed to a sweet repose.
What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness,
Anger, discontent and drooping hopes?
Degenerate sons and daughters,
Life is too strong for you–
It takes life to love Life.
✶Yesterday morning, and the Ukraine war. The Seer assisted him remotely. She didn't ask which side he was on, because it didn't matter. ~Rogier