'Deep within my sorrows,
Dear Lord I do not why,
There is an eternal soft cry...
For even I somehow mask my shame,
Falling down and somehow you bring me up from the dust again;
I struggle to perfect myself for you...be right in all my ways.
Mind, heart, body, and Soul...
For my small part in this world
Shall be at your will,
I want to give all I can give.
Keep a smile on my face.
But even I grow weary...
For I can feel the darkness drawing upon me,
And the rain is your Tears...
Somehow I thought I had faced all of my fears...
This Woman is Me,
But no, sometimes it feels as if the damned one is
constantly near,
I hear what they say about You,
I hear what my own blood say about You,
I hear what they write about you and envision of You...
I cling to your children Father,
They are the small glimmers of light,
My hope,
As I see a bunch of snake heads everywhere,
Hissing hateful, wicked, disgusting, and hurtful things,
About Your, About Your Children.
It breaks me and strengthens me at the same time.
Faith is a beautiful thing,
Charity cometh first,
At all times,
For we are put here on this earth for the same reasons,
To love, to give, to help, and be with Thy Father's children.
Raise up Good Men and Good Women.
Raise up thy Children to Love,
Not to Hate...
To Not Steal From Thy Brother,
To Not Murder Thy Brother,
To Honor Thy Mother and Thy Father,
To Not Covet,
To Honor Thy Wife and Thy Husband,
Do Not commit Adultery,
Do Not Bear False Witness,
Nor Lie,
Do Not Use the Lord's name in Vain,
Do Not Cloth yourself in a false image,
Most of all Place No Gods Before Him.
Yet it is Not the Law of This Ages People.
Yet, this is the generation of the Hybrid,
Mixture to the maximum,
In all aspects of life,
A globe divided to the ultimate ends,
A self-destructing globe,
Seeking solace and dependency,
On man-made creations and inventions...
Clothed in ignorance,
Trying to escape judgment and death...
Killing our children,
Starving our people,
Not providing shelter,
Not even acknowledging Thy Neighbor,
Wasting our Animals, Our Earth...
Abusing our gifts...
Greed, Wealth, and Power,
Demons among the land...
Frightening times,
Scared of the night,
Images from early stages,
Play like nightmares in my mind,
This reality, this world,
I am the owl before her time...
The clock is ticking,
Dreams our evaporating,
Body after body,
back to dust,
It is getting tough out there,
A young woman trying to survive,
A God-fearing fallen woman,
On the rise,
Came above the tide,
Saw the Sunrise,
Grabbed a hold of the ladder,
Began my climb,
The voyage to self-righteousness and salvation;
Battle strong tides and storms,
From time to time;
Yet all I need is the Lord,
Each and every time,
My ship almost sinks, takes a blow, tips to one side,
He sets my sail straight, clears my paths, and is my Compass.
Stronger each and every day,
I continue to sail further and further away;
Always I pray and give Him thanks,
My Faith is here to stay.
But My love, my charity, my dreams...
That I will continue to give away each and everyday.
Amen.
-Wise Owl Lady
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