Prophecies

Prophecies, words…spoken and written sure,
foretold future paths…yet old and ancient
as the Voice that first spoke them…
hearkened them into being.
Don’t forget!
Don’t forget what the garden path whispers…
and what each stone says.
They speak of greater things yet to come….
happy days…well lit nights.
Singing a joy only angels have heard
lest you listen closer still,
close the gate and wait.
The wind will bring it.

Written by De'Anna L. West
© July 5, 2008