Prognosticator
Wandering through the crystalline mists,
is truly a revelation.
Dreamers merely dream,
but seers roam misty, dark realms,
to find the truths, which others would hide.
The swirling fog forms;
takes its sweet time.
I seek clarification;
Fog only hints, at life’s coming storms.
Some have died, for their gift;
slaughtered by those who can’t or won’t
try to understand;
insisting that,
they must be of service to others.
It’s no comfort to know events,
Before they occur, but
God gives gifts.
Prognostication is one of the
Best and worst gifts.
The god within,
will not be silent;
inner knowledge is the wheel,
that steers us to safety.
A prognosticator channels the map,
for those who cannot see.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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