Am I the Revealer
The hand is up, stopping me in my quest
I stare at it, for it has taken on a life of its own
It is startling me with its mono-eye.
What is she trying to tell me?
Does the owner of the hand sense
The power of healing he has in this she-hand?
I am amazed, yet, not surprised.
I wonder why I am being shown this truth.
Is it from the devil or God?
Am I supposed to be the revealer?
Or is it my job to know, and leave quietly
Expecting God’s will to be done?
I choose to leave.
The hair rises on the back of my neck.
Confirmation from my guides I am reading them correctly.
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