Speak to the Morning
Speak with Open Arms
We shall greet the joyous sky, drinking amber rays of dawn, invoking solar promise with our shining hearts of bronze!
We shall ride the wings of hope, pouring passion as we roam, love connecting inner lights on rainbows made of souls!
Embrace the hidden language. Learn the alphabet of life. Invite the Awesome Presence to instill in us the Right!
Retreat not ever downward. Savor breath in heights unknown. Heed not those who dig our graves. Rush forward, free and bold!
Inspiration came from these four works by Joe Luca, Pierre Trudel, Simran Kankas, and FILZA CHAUDHRY:
The guiding spark behind the message came from, Pierre Trudel, aka Louise, who suggested I keep these words in mind:
We Are One In The Spirit We Are One In The Lord And We Pray That All Unity May One Day Be Restored — Peter Scholtes
I dreamed I borrowed a bicycle without brakes. A woman told me to help the survivors of the Etna eruption. Enya sang, “Where the green river flows / south to the Atlantic / Sail away, sail away, sail away.”
Afterward, Louise told me (in a vision) to watch for a sign, to read an omen. Thank you, Louise. I understand the eruption. I count the pain. I believe that unity will be restored. Faith.
I would love to hear from you, Kira Dawn.
