Trust... a poem Original post October 20, 2022

Trust

A poem by Michelle Marie aka MMH/Naila Moon/Sedona/Sophia/Mary Magdalene

Copyright October 20, 2022 all rights reserved

Do you see?

Do you?

Do you see,

Clearly?

Take off your rose-colored glasses

And look.

You are worthy,

Worthy,

Worthy,

Of what the Creator has put before you.

You are not

At a crossroads

But,

Just beginning the journey.

You think just because

You are “X” age

That you should know

This path?

Ha, no!

A four year old

May know better.

The Creator opens the path

A bit at a time,

Small steps,

Slowly,

Gently,

So that you

Don’t stumble.

You think

The Creator has abandoned

You?

Ha, no!

Haven’t you ever read

“Footprints?”

Open up,

Be(e) free to grow.

Stop

Wallowing

And

Blaming.

Stand up

To the truth

Before you.

Hope

Is everything.

Trust it!

The Goddess of Rain...a poem

The Goddess of Rain

By Michelle R. aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf

Original copyright August 22, 2019 (on fb)...reposted here August 22, 2025...all rights reserved

Dedicated to Chamuel the Archangel aka Sammy

The goddess of rain cried today. 

Each tear that fell hit the pavement like a drum beats. 

Tap,

Tap, 

Tapping in a syncopated rhythm. 

She wailed

more

and more

overflowing the rivers

and shaking up the seas. 

She cried

out of excruciating pain that has welled up in her for some time. 

She cried 

in utter shame for her children that have not taken care of what was given to them.

Powerless,

all I could do was watch,

listen,

and hope 

that all would be healed. 

The New Hope...A poem

The New Hope

By Michelle Hudson aka Mary Magdalene/ Naila Moon

copyright June 15, 2025

Alone in the quiet recesses of my mind

I listen to the beats of natural music

It is in tune with my soul's purpose

As my heart tries desperately to mend.

I cannot seem to free myself of the new wounds

Gaping

Oozing

Bleeding so profusely

I am certainly trying.

I had worked so hard to rise above all the

Muck

Sneers

Unkind whispers.

I feel so foolish,

It seems ridiculous to feel this way.

Time is so short.

So, so short.

It keeps ticking away

And yet, it is just illusion.

Or so it has been said.

I just hope

When I am completely done on this Earth

That I made a difference

And my spirit in whomever it arrives

Will know what to do

Will know that I existed

Will never have to feel

What I feel

Right now.

That that person

That new hope

Will only feel

Love and peace.