Seventh Daughter of a Seventh Daughter
With purity of soul she transmogrifies into an angel
Without meaning to, without any conscious effort
The seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, she is a mystic.
Playing a joyful melody, she opens heaven’s gates.
How does she have this talent? It is nothing conscious.
A gift from her subconscious, when she is meditating.
She cannot play the organ at all in her current state.
It was not a talent she received in this lifetime.
The organ’s gorgeous song pranced past moon and stars.
The evening was silent, as moon listened to this melody.
Is it the spirit queen? The galaxy wondered.
No, only a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter.
Is she the chosen one from the prophecy? A star asked.
Moon beams searched for her, but could not find her.
Unsure at this time, but things are in alignment, it might be her.
Unaware of this conversation, or the prophecy, she played on.
The organ sang out with joy, reaching the ends of the universe.
Assuring the mystics, psychics and empaths that all was well.
It matters not whether she is the one, only that she brings this feeling.
Said an empath who was more aware than the others.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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