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.