Sons and Daughters of the First Born
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Sons and daughters of the first born
From original source we were all shorn
Progeny of the brightest stars
All were unwitting avatars
Flung from the quiver
Each a message to deliver
Look out at the world
Into which we were hurled
We struggle to stand
In this dark hinterland
No longer can we hide
Behind eyes now open wide
The oldest of souls
Living truths will extol
Dropping wisdom of the ages
Like pearls from the sages
They endeavor to bring unto (wo)man
The true vision of the master’s plan
Your so-called truths need some revision
There never was a spiritual division
On shoulders to bare an original sin
No wrong was done by ancestral kin
This world given to us to explore and tame
We were not sent here to swim in shame
This an untruth you were sold
To shackle the beings created so bold
Fret not about the wrongs and rights
We all experience the dark and the light
Whether good or bad not for you to perceive
The fruit has not fallen so far from the tree
On different paths we are set to learn
Another’s lesson is not your concern
If your eye offends you then pluck it out
That decision for others not what you’re about
Judge not as we have long been told
Or henceforth you will be judged ten-fold
With false honor we cry eye for an eye
But this my brethren is yet another lie
The truth was revealed; even babes know
You only will reap that which you will sow
Whether walking in love or in earthly malice
The same you will drink from the golden chalice
Ego untamed that villain of old
In truth this is your pot of gold
Universal conscience the contingency plan
Your individual beauty your ego-(wo)man
Whether wide is the path or narrow the way
Who among us can absolutely say
Undeniable truth for one and for all
It’s pride alone that will cause you to fall
Refusal to seek your truth that’s within
Finds feet that are pathless again and again
These pearls stolen by antiquity thieves
Time to get up now; off your knees
It’s not for you to bow and cower
Earthly presence of the highest power
Sons and daughters of the first born
Original source is that which we mourn
Progeny of the brightest stars
We all are now fallen avatars
Copyright © Ginny M. Jones | Year Posted 2023
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