Roused Dreamers
Sleepers awaken
Born of slumberous wombs
As pearls they are
Hidden in the fields
Whisper "We are here"
Watchers waiting
For he who purchased their glory
And fitting made them
To be swept up in golden nets
Proclaim "We are sent"
Stillness know they
That yeild to the crushing
Like grapes into wine
Like stones into diamonds
Sing "We are chosen"
Roused dreamers
Ransomed treasures, immortal,
Entreating the master
That the day be near
Cry "We are ready"
© Rachelle
(previously posted)
Rain Dancers
Little raindancers
Spin on rising billows
From ground to sky
You lift yourselves
Ride over painted arches
And answer not the call
Of this parched ground
For it is not your home
Here, arrayed in bright feathers
And silent rattles
Swaying in silk sashes
You recite ancient litanies
Of misty wishes
Gliding past perilous ledges
Shouting at thunder
For the sake of one name
To stop the trembling
For it is no mystery
That this is not your home
© Rachelle
Somewhat inspired by "Your Word is Your Wand" by Florence Scovel Shinn
Elements Affirmation. Source.
Man is made in God's likeness and image (Imagination) and is given power and dominion over all created things.
He has the power to "rebuke the winds and the waves," check floods or bring rain when it is needed.
There is a tribe of American Indians who live in the desert country and depend on the power of prayer only, to bring rain to water their crops.
They have a rain dance, which is a form of prayer, but no chief is allowed to take part who has any fear.
They give exhibitions of courage before they are admitted to the ceremonies.
A woman, who was an eye-witness, told me that out of a blue sky came a deluge of rain; the sun still shining.
Joe Bonamassa
When She Dances
