O’Ancient One

WHENCE DOES THEE TONGUE SPEAK TO ME?
WHOSE LANGUAGE AND HANDWRITING I DO NOT ACKNOWLEDGE?

Deep within me this pen write’s.

Come forth O’ REMEMBERED ONE, less I forget again, remember me now write on paper

So I may read again and wonder……

Is this I or YOU, Ancient One?
This Spirit speaks forth…..

In the passage of time
recalling many memories
In which you have forgotten,
many emotions are felt……..

Without the confusion of their past,
with the knowledge of the present,
and with recent lessons it has brought forth, to carry on into the future, to be remembered always,

and to pass on………..

Only as a gift of “HIM” who has given~

“If ye keep my ways, I will love thee,
will abide with Thee,
and bring to Thy remembrance
“All Things” from the foundation
of the World.”

How found the memories can be,
and yet, how painful they are.
With pain there is beauty,

REMEMBERING OF WHAT ONCE WAS……

ANGEL STAR SPEAKS AGAIN, AWAKEN TO HEAR HER VOICE